Cure For A Common Complaint - Napalm Death

So drawn?

I warm to the

the fire in their hearts

This ain’t romantic

gesturing

It’s a hand to / head the

charge

To the indifference of the

preening, idle rich

Such champions are

cancerous?

Tumors in the gut / of

affluent bliss

Why let this scab

observers

tag them troublemakers?

It’s naive?

You’re on a leash.

This is a cure for their

common complaint x2

Ditch the gullibility

Strike 'til the green runs

dry

Bring them to their knees

Or squander as they thrive

Reject the cure for their

common complaint

On break