Napalm Death – Pay For The Privilege Of Breathing

Nothing comes to nothing

When there’s nothing there to give

The powers want to strip you clean

A charge for every breath

A price on skin that we walk in

They call this civil liberty

So-called champions for the poor

Tax us against the wall

Find it now or forefeit

The cance to “be” in peace

A price on skin that we walk in

A price on skin that we walk in

Grab thin air in one hand

A pound of fesh from the other

Crushing burden on the shoulders

An end to poverty?

Only if you pay up first

Meet the fee and keep your soul