Текст песни Napalm Death - Throwaway

I've slipped the noose,
The stackles are off.
My naturity fixation outshines.
It's go for broke
And fuck it all,
With head held higher (than thou)
I am the man that used to care.
Who was I then?
So quizzical with foresight.
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Now I've favoured to saviour the flavour
Of nine-to-five intitution.
Out with the old,
In with the never rgime.
I sold my soul to the robotised dream.
Breaking bones of contention.

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