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Napalm Death Enemy Of The Music Business

me (We're) Enemies of the Music Business You corporate fuck! Enemies of the music business Black sheep on the cusp Enemies of the music business Ten

: Speculate freely begrudge me intensely Lacking a conscience lacking intelligence Lesser than nothing Lower than everything As you drain our vitality

Blunt/ on the cuttong/ edge! This is stylistic disaster Or so I'm told Won?t meet your estimations Do well to fold Can't keep up to the dummy run Am

Everything fits nicely into place Higher powers take the lead Middleman sit, pondering his worth One great scheme to stem (the) objective urge Decision

I dissolve to a dream of the past Terminate, to remove Falling fast at the end of a chain thoughts collect Execute. A degree. I defect. What's it worth

the suffering cross the divide? The dealer sold his soul/ to hide And left us on the other side The business lessons for which we burn Desolate loops

Abstinence works for me, not for them Intolerance, far worse things? This makes no sense Get high on me and mine Take the poison Raise a voice? The

Speculate freely begrudge me intensely Lacking a conscience lacking intelligence Lesser than nothing Lower than everything As you drain our vitality

grown/ rebel's seen the light Re-a/ djusted? Disowned his staunch defiance. The Anti-Christ shifts to the right He wears his ?x? and reviled mine. Music