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Napalm Death
Napalm Death — I’m retching on the dirt
Napalm Death — I’m retching on the dirt (текст песни)
’m retchin g on the dirt, It’s earthiness coating my throat. I’m wincing on the bitterest pill. I refuse to swallow. I’m offered the warm of avelvet gloves, An iron fist to some. I’m treated like a scab. A traitor to my kind. I’m hounded by white-right might That wants the country pure. I’m licensed by those in awe