Ripe For The Breaking — текст песни (napalm death)

(Music: Harris, Embury; lyrics: Greenway)

...you weren`t born with the world falling at your feet-
The path is long and agonizing being dragged on your knees.
...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust,
when all that glitters isn`t gold and fortunes turn to dust.

You`re prime for the raping.

And when you don`t pander to meet the agenda,
scavengers start to gather.
Perverse visionaries taste the lather;
The just rewards in controlled rebellion.
Chorus
Tossed and probed like a gristly piece of meat,
Lock, stock, and barrel slave.
You just don`t contradict big brother.
He`s got the right to puch you under.

... and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down.
And you`re branded with the stigma: unusable dropouts.
... and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,
the creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces.

You`re ripe for the breaking.

(Chorus)