napalm death - farce and fiction lyrics

i chase my toil
hammering a nail against the grain of fact
i keep on bouncing back
misinformation is passed
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 fucking fine
mister pessimism - a trait we'd all rather
mister pessimism - after this it comes so natural
reserving judgement wounds me time after time
exploitation becomes a daily grind
take a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckers
but the scheming scum have all bases covered
which suits you fucking fine
from a catalogue of lies, there is scant protection
so you see dependability is force and fiction
which suits you fucking fine