Napalm Death - Cure For The Common Complaint

So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to head the charge To the indifference of the preening, idle rich Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut of affluent bliss Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers? It's naive? You're on a leash. This is the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream] Ditch the gullibility Strike 'til the green runs dry bring them to their knees Or squander as they thrive Reject the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream] On break, Agitate! Hoist those standards, arm in arm Walk the walk and talk the talk Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!