Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Napalm Death
Bitter pains
Your secrets just can't move on
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
(Joie de ne pas vivre)
That's already, that's already pitiful
Gotta read all the lettering barrier
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
Joie de ne pas vivre
The cops are crashing their car
The street and the filtered funeral
The cops gets already beggar
(Joie de ne pas vivre)
I remember when Shane first wrote this, he bounded up to me very excited and said, ‘I’ve got a Young Gods-type song’—you know, the Swiss French band Young Gods. As it turned out, it was very Young Gods, and has no guitar on it—only bass. Which I thought was fucking neat, because I love that kind of...