Napalm d**h - Farce And Force lyrics

I chase my toil Hammering a nail against the grain of fact I keep on bouncing back Misinformation is pa**ed 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 f**ing 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 f**ers But the scheming scum have all bases covered Which suits you f**ing fine From a catalogue of lies, there is scant protection So you see dependability is force and fiction Which suits you f**ing fine