Текст: Napalm Death. Leaders Not Followers. Incinerator.

[Slaughter cover]

Make way for the Incinerator...

In suits they were dressed,
when the button was pressed
they fed upon semen,
the governments a demon
they left us bleeding and sore,
in the hands of the incinerator

In the bible we looked
while our cities all cooked
the mutants didn`t learn
towards Satan they turned
while the wind ripped and tore
from the wrath of the incinerator

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Incinerator
wood for a feast
Incinerator
when you expect it least
Incinerator
didn`t learn from the past
Incinerator
to nuclear war we`re cast...

And now the molds cast from mistakes of the past
we`re all melting in this hot cauldron of sin
and through all his blood and gore comes the incinerator

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[repeat first verse]

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