Per Capita Lyrics - Order Of The Leech - Napalm Death

Countless opinions - a hotbed of riches 

Last remaining entitlement 

Feeling valued? 

Or devoutly subdued? 

Per Capita 

All placated and humoured 

A billion voices shall all register - they say 

Diversity for the diverse 

Feeling valued? 

Or devoutly subdued? 

Per Capita 

All placated and humoured 

The movers, the shakers - largely abjecy fakers 

Scale their ivory towers 

Democracy sours, peasant 

Democracy sours, peasant! 

Self-interest in the pure sense is pushing for the privilege 

Not to be undervalued or singled out as surplus - dead weight 

Democracy sours, peasant! 

Per Capita, you are entrapped... 

...Away from their precious glass houses 

Which you'd shatter with stones of just justice 

Exposing the power base for all its filthy favouritism 

Per Capita, they've got your number... 

...Turning the rest against your so-called reprehensible deviance 

Setting new precedents for crass behaviour 

And so persists the untouchable elite 

Scale their ivory towers, peasant! 

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