Farce And Force Lyrics - Napalm Death

I chase my toil 

Hammering a nail against the grain of fact 

I keep on bouncing back 

Misinformation is passed 

Look left to the right 

Always fight or fight 

I painfully dissect 

Will never take as read 

Yet fall back to earth as the wretch 

Which suits them fucking fine 

Mister pessimism - a trait we'd all rather 

Mister pessimism - after this it comes so natural 

Reserving judgement wounds me time after time 

Exploitation becomes a daily grind 

Take a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckers 

But the scheming scum have all bases covered 

Which suits you fucking fine 

From a catalogue of lies, there is scant protection 

So you see dependability is force and fiction 

Which suits you fucking fine 

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