Fluxing of the Muscle Napalm Death

Disciplinarian starts pitiless altercations
That is what the people want
That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft

Never squat in sentiment, meet halfway or make amends
That's not what the people want
That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed

Pissing in the wind
Pissing in the wind

Lulling fragmentation, this can multiply our cut
That's just what the people want
That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft

The second you make overtures the neutralized will ransack you
That's not what the people want
That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed

All this bulging muscle to be fluxed

Swinging to be clubbed
Pissing in the wind
Swinging to be clubbed
Pissing in the wind