Текст песни Napalm Death - Ripe For The Breaking

Текст:

...You weren't born with the world falling at your feet The path is long sad agonizing being dragged on your knees ...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust When all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust You're prime for the raping And when you don't ponder to meet the agenda Scavengers start to gather Perverse visionaries taste the father The just rewards in controlled rebellion Tossed and probed like a gristly peace of meat Jock, stock and barrel slave You just don't contradict big brother He's got the right to push you under ...and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down, And you're branded with the stigma, unusable dropouts ...and with inspiration savaged, you take the final bow, The creative demonner shattered into a million pieces You're ripe for the breaking

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