Napalm Death - Ripe for the Breaking

Diatribes / 1996-01-30 1. Cold Forgiveness 2. Greed Killing 3. Cursed to Crawl 4. Glimpse into Genocide 5. Dogma 6. Corrosive Elements 7. Just Rewards 8. Placate, Sedate, Eradicate 9. Diatribes 10. My Own Worst Enemy 11. Take the Strain 12. Ripe for the Breaking

Ripe for the Breaking

...You weren't born with the world falling at your feet



The path is long sad agonizing being dragged on your knees



...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust



When all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust



You're prime for the raping



And when you don't ponder to meet the agenda

Scavengers start to gather

Perverse visionaries taste the lather

The just rewards in controlled rebellion



Tossed and probed like a gristly peace of meat

Lock, stock and barrel slave

You just don't contradict big brother

He's got the right to push you under



...and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down,



And you're branded with the stigma, unusable dropouts



...and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,



The creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces



You're ripe for the breaking