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NAPALM DEATH LYRICS
"Kak" (1983 Demo)
1. Curfew
2. The Good Book
3. The Glue Bag Song
4. Traditional Society
5. The Crucifixion of Possessions
6. Punk is a Rotting Corpse
7. Blame
8. (K)rappers Delight
9. What is My Country?
10. The Doomsday Cometh
1. Curfew
2. The Good Book
3. The Glue Bag Song
Defective intelligence - you sniffed glue:
You were bored, and had nothing to do.
A product of a wasted life: you are your only care.
Why did you live? Glue answers your prayer.
Glue bag stuck in your mind:
Too weak to reject - you were blind.
You try to escape from reality,
But you can't see that reality.
Now you're really drugged out:
No-one to help - you pass out,
Stench of glue embedded on your face:
Your candle is out: Goodbye Human Race.
Glue bag stuck in your mind:
Too weak to reject - you were blind.
You try to escape from reality,
But you can't see that reality.
4. Traditional Society
5. The Crucifixion of Possessions
Make the choice between wrong and right:
the religion thrives - stand up and fight!
Their forefathers were false and blind,
leaving their mark on the skin of mankind.
Pray to the gods and worship the goods:
the lie carries on in pain and blood.
The pain they bear is on their arms:
the nails are now nailed in our palms
On their cross, we leave our sign -
I've given yours, now you give mine.
Material wealth is a physical curse,
a pockmark on the skin of the earth.
Hypocrite lies,
baby dies.
Father cries -
Why? Why? Why?
Hysterical laughter is no real action:
I pledge no support to any mindless faction.
Cry, cry, cry.
Buy, buy, buy.
Make the choice -
use your voice.
They are the ones who affect the stigmata -
I refuse to become a martyr.
Consume, consume - a capitalist obsession.
I refuse to become the crucifixion of possessions.
6. Punk is a Rotting Corpse
7. Blame
8. (K)rappers Delight
9. What is My Country?
10. The Doomsday Cometh
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