Man Bites Dogged Napalm Death

Die
Die
Die
Die

Stare and stare emphatically
At some semblance in the universal
Then bulldoze the coherent aside
Head straight for a womb
Then throw on the mock armour of mock creation
Scripture-branded womb
Then rejoice in a pound of flesh appropriation
This was the last place where you should intrude

Man bites dogged (Man bites dogged)
Woman bites dogged (Woman bites dogged)
Muzzled and persuaded if we don't chew through myths
Be reared dogmatic

Fanatically assured of
Currency in mere cells, yet you've no protective impulse when
The walking displaced beg
What we know is that the good and gracious put their
Boot on the womb
Right back to the pound of flesh appropriation
This was the last place where you should intrude