Napalm Death - Ripe For The Breaking - GTP табы

...You weren't born with the world falling at your feet 

 

The path is long sad agonizing being dragged on your knees 

 

...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust 

 

When all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust 

 

You're prime for the raping 

 

And when you don't ponder to meet the agenda

Scavengers start to gather

Perverse visionaries taste the lather

The just rewards in controlled rebellion 

 

Tossed and probed like a gristly peace of meat

Lock, stock and barrel slave

You just don't contradict big brother

He's got the right to push you under 

 

...and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down, 

 

And you're branded with the stigma, unusable dropouts 

 

...and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow, 

 

The creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces 

 

You're ripe for the breaking