Farce And Fiction Lyrics - Order Of The Leech - Napalm Death

I chase my toil 

Hammering a nail against the grain of fact 

I keep on bouncing back 

Misinformation is passed 

Look left to the right, always fight or fight 

I painfully dissect, will never take as read 

Yet fall back to earth as the wretch 

Which suits them fucking fine 

Mister pessimism, a trait we'd all rather give up 

Mister pessimism, after this it comes so natural 

Reserving judgment wounds me time after time 

Exploitation becomes a daily grind 

Take a saccharine shot, not to humor the fuckers 

But the scheming scum have all bases covered 

Which suits you fucking fine 

Related 

The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

From a catalog of lies, there is scant protection 

So you see dependability is farce and fiction 

Which suits you fucking fine 

Photos