Napalm Death Retching On The Dirt lyrics

I'm retching on the dirt,
It's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet gloves,
An iron fist to some.
I'm treated like a scab.
A traitor in my kind.
I'm hounded by white-right might
That wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe
Of living amongst their own.
Selective perfection will cut their own throats!
I'm constantly forcing the point,
But we're all retching on dist,
And we'll choke if we don't spit it out!

Napalm Death Retching On The Dirt lyrics

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