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Lyrics for 'Thanks For Nothing' by 'Napalm Death'
Mitch Harris
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
I Don't Despise Or Demonise,
But I Just Know Your Form
Walk Right Out And Move Along,
And Teap Before You Look
Thanks For Fucking Nothing !
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