farce and fiction lyrics – napalm death

i chase my toil
hammering a nail against the grain of fact
i keep on bouncing back
misinformation is p*ssed

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 f*cking fine

mister pessimism, a trait we’d all rather give up
mister pessimism, after this it comes so natural

reserving judgment wounds me time after time
exploitation becomes a daily grind
take a saccharine shot, not to humor the f*ckers
but the scheming sc*m have all bases covered
which suits you f*cking fine

from a catalog of lies, there is scant protection
so you see dependability is farce and fiction
which suits you f*cking fine

/ napalm death lyrics