Napalm Death - Thrown Down a Rope Lyrics

Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards
Rope weaved by these hands
Box of my toils
Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch

Reeling, believing that these are the dues
Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth
No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood
To be made an example
Will staunch my deviant flow

Held a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue
Bigots want my head
On a plate to sound-out
Probing, exposing delicate core to full view

Damning, programming etiquette to suit
To dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flow
Held a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue
Group constrictor
Throttling a bond
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues