Song Thanks For Nothing – Napalm Death

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Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you,
let to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for fucking nothing
!
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique? Turn
to spent air?
Killed it dead

Thanks for fucking nothing
Scap the dephts to salvage
something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then drop
the bombshell

True, we were not joined?
Our evey feature spliced
Though you rushed in and
took a lead
Three words spouted

This contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in
protective focus

Three words flouted

Unnntimely end, I
should’ve clicked?
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony,
of which we were about

teflon brothers
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