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    Napalm Death : Incinerator | live

    Bob Arctor

    par Bob Arctor

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    Make way for the Incinerator

    In suits they were dressed,
    when the button was pressed
    they fed upon semen,
    the governments a demon
    they left us bleeding and sore,
    in the hands of the incinerator

    In the bible we looked
    while our cities all cooked
    the mutants didn`t learn
    towards Satan they turned
    while the wind ripped and tore
    from the wrath of the incinerator

    wood for a feast
    when you expect it least
    didn`t learn from the past
    to nuclear war we`re cast

    And now the molds cast from mistakes of the past
    we`re all melting in this hot cauldron of sin
    and through all his blood and gore comes the incinerator