Текст (слова) песни: Napalm Death - Thanks For Nothing
Mitch Harris
Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will I did trust you, let to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for fucking nothing ! Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will Sensed a mystique ? Turn to spent air ? Killed it dead
Thanks for fucking nothing Scap the dephts to salvage something Thanks for fucking nothing Drained my all, then drop the bombshell
True, we were not joined ? Our evey feature spliced Though you rushed in and took a lead Three words spouted
This contagion Crossed all divides Caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Unnntimely end, I should`ve clicked ? A sensory cut-out A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about I don`t despise or demonise, But I just know your form Walk right out and move along, and teap before you look
Thanks for fucking nothing !
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