C.s. - Napalm Death

Tiresome, out-grown

Rebel’s seen the light

Re-adjusted

Dissolved his staunch defiance

The Antichrist shifts to the right

He wears his 'X' and reviles mine

Music to righteous ears

Music to righteous ears

Music to righteous ears

Music to righteous ears

Moved out of step-seeking distorted views

Slack-brained sound bites serve his public slop

Decries our values in decline

But should we starve, then that’s just fine

Knee-jerk reactionary

Knee-jerk reactionary

The Antichrist shifts to the right

His past a convenient oversight

Knee-jerk reactionary

Knee-jerk reactionary

Decries our values in decline

He’d flick the switch and watch us fry

Watch us fry, watch us fry, watch us fry