Can't Play, Won't Pay (исполнитель: Napalm Death)
Ten years Of all-sides sniping Fairness under fire Ten long [bad word] objectives Two-pronged shower of bile Dirt/ is now [bad word] From our own doorstep But/ around every corner Hides a high-roller Suited and heftily booted So casual and concerned Network make the acquaintance Dance to soulless tunes Dirt/ is now [bad word] From our own doorstep But/ around every corner Hides a high-roller Get this prick away from me! Smash him and the leeching clique Fawning grin that pulls you in [x2] Golden handshake on the take [x2] Get this prick away from me (We're) Enemies of the Music Business You corporate [bad word] Enemies of the music business Black sheep on the cusp Enemies of the music business Ten years Still didn't finish us Much to their disdain Ten long years Regained the impetus Thorns in the cash-whores' side Dirt/ is now [bad word] From our own doorstep But/ around every corner Hides a high-roller