Paroles: Napalm Death. Enemy Of The Music Business. Vermin.

The rats on this earth
Have nothing on you
An insect to those which
Crawl the sewers

Devourer
Plunderer
Deceptor

Sniff out a scheme and leave
The scraps behind
Voracious, insatiate
A nose attuned to greed

Devourer
Plunderer
Deceptor

Evade all traps
And come out
Gnashing, snarting
Gnashing, snarting

Disguise are many
Media palm or man in the street

They'll scavenge your emotions
And leave you diseased
They'd steal a last possession
And smile as you concede

Devourer
Plunderer
Deceptor