Lyrics Can't Play Won't Pay - Napalm Death

Can't Play Won't Pay

Ten years
Of all-sides sniping
Fairness under fire
Ten long years
Rubbished objectives
Two-pronged shower of bite
Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller
Suited
And heftily booted
So casual and concerned
Network
Makes the acquaintance
Dance to soulless tunes
Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller
Roller
Get this prick away from me
Smash him and the leeching clique
Fawning grin that pulls you in
Fawning grin that pulls you in
Golden wind-shake on the take
Golden wind-shake on the take
Get this prick away from me
Get this prick away from me
Enemies of the music business
You corporate fuck
Enemies of the music business
Black sheep on the cusp
Enemies of the music business
Enemies of the music business
Ten years
Still didn’t finish us
Much to their disdain
Ten long years
Regained the impetus
Thorns in cash-whores side
Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller
Roller