Can’t Play, Won’t Pay Songtext / Lyric

Ten years

Of all-sides sniping

Fairness under fire



Ten long years

Rubbished objectives

Two-pronged shower of bile



Dirt/ is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But/ around every corner

Hides a high-roller



Suited

and heftily booted

So casual and concerned



Network

make the acquaintance

Dance to soulless tunes






Dirt/ is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But/ around every corner

Hides a high-roller



Get this prick away from me!

Smash him and the leeching clique



Fawning grin that pulls you in

Fawning grin that pulls you in

Golden handshake on the take

Golden handshake on the take

Get this prick away from me



(We're) Enemies of the Music Business

You corporate fuck!

Enemies of the music business

Black sheep on the cusp

Enemies of the music business



Ten years

Still didn't finish us

Much to their disdain



Ten long years

Regained the impetus

Thorns in the cash-whores' side



Dirt/ is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But/ around every corner

Hides a high-roller