Thanks For Nothing - 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 shouldve 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!