Napalm Death Retching on the Dirt Letras: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 glove, an iron fist to some. I'm hounded by
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/AQ6c]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 dirt, = and we'll choke if
we don't spit it out!
Letras: Retching on the Dirt Napalm Death [final]