Текст (слова) песни: Napalm Death - No Mental Efford
So we`re still in our teething stages As far as politics are concerned That`s fine coming from someone To whom sensationalism be their only wisdom in words
A self-proclaimed spokesman On something to which prior knowledge excedes Championing no more censorship Then ridiculing our beliefs
To appeal to our better nature Are we to keep our mouths shut?
Easy to discard Constructive power At your disposal When egos and sales Outbalance opinions On the scales
Using bands As pawns in your hands
Building up Knocking down Sensationalise To suit cheap public demand
Merging with the gutter press You claim to detest
It`s opened it`s lid For you to crawl in and infest
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