Paroles: Napalm Death. (The Public Gets) What The Public Doesn't Want.

Name your price for progress
Impoverished, settle the bill
Clear a path coming through
Clear a path coming through

Stylize, make it easy on the eye
Keep our distance
Too under formed to grace the sublime

Flatter to deceive
Building art house cosmetics
Like a mismatched prosthetic
Like a mismatched prosthetic

Spreads like wildfire
Burgeoning yuppie nirvana
Highbrow aesthetics
Decadents always crave more

[Incomprehensible]

Marvel at the sleek design
The wilting talk of curves and lines
A piece-de resistance
To banish my pig-ignorance
The public gets what the public doesn't want

What use is this to man or beast
It glosses over basic needs
The public gets what the public doesn't want

Access denied, we're utter philistines
Access denied, we're utter philistines

Caged in the exclusion zone
Pass away in sepia tones
The public gets what the public doesn't want

Access denied, accept we're cultural slime
Access denied, accept we're cultural slime

Access denied