Can’t Play, Won’t Pay Napalm Death

[Verse 1]
Ten years
Of all-sides sniping
Fairness under fire
Ten long years
Rubbished objectives
Two-pronged shower of bite

[Chorus]
Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller

[Verse 2]
Suited
And heftily booted
So casual and concerned
Network
Makes the acquaintance
Dance to soulless tunes

[Chorus]
Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller
Roller