NAPALM DEATH
		Hatred Surge (1985)

1. What Man Can Do
2. Instinct Of Survival
3. Abattoir
4. Control
5. Sacrificed
6. Unclean
7. Caught...In A Dream
8. Private Death


1. What Man Can Do

[Music: Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

Take it out on others - that's what they do.
See what makes it work - that's what they do.
Feel my hatred surge - that's what they see.
AVENGE THEM

What Man can do - destroy, destroy.
What Man can do - destroy, destroy.
Destroy, destroy, destroy,
destroy virtually anything.

Pointless pleasure - my point in hate.
No point to a slow genocide.

What Man can do? Virtually anything.
What Man does is destroy virtually anything.


2. Instinct Of Survival

[Music: Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

Advertise the product you make,
never give, but always take.
Kill and lie for security.
On supermarket shelves death to see.

Instinct of survival

Advertise the product you make,
never give and always take,
clingfilmed flesh and genocide,
contented life, while millions die.

Instinct of survival

The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the Starving Nations.
Indigenous people become their slaves
from their births into their graves.

The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the starving nations.
Another product for you to buy,
you'll keep paying, until you die.


3. Abattoir

[Music : Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

Feel my hate for you and your kind,
for the shit you believe in your minds.
You feel nothing - you just lied to me.
You have no emotions - just satisfied smiles.

Abattoir

Your mind is like an abattoir
You used me like a lamb for slaughter.
I never believed a word you said.
I'll piss on your grave - laught when you're dead.


4. Control

[Music: Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

There is a fascist inside of you,
controlling your life and what you do.

Fascist control.

There is a fascist inside your head,
controlling your mind until you're dead.

Fascist control.


5. Sacrificed

[Music : Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

Taking beauty from Rabbits eyes.
Real beauty is denied.

Sacrificed

Spiky hair makes Rabbits cry.
One day soon, you will fucking die !


6. Unclean

[Music : Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

An easy scapegoat for your blame,
Racial hatred, a creed of shame.

Unclean

Your 'Master Race', ideals are fucked,
Your 'New Britain' will not include us.

Unclean


7. Caught...In A Dream

[Music : Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

Surrounding spectacle for curiosity
nullifies the need to face reality.

Forms of escapism and entertainment
occupy... and disable thought.


8. Private Death

[Music : Napalm Death]
[Lyrics: Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]

On your own again, trapped alive in your grave.
You're gonna die wasted, no way to be saved.

Private death, private death,
private death, you're dead again.
Private death, private death,
Private death, you're fucking dead.

No point in fighting, your life is already lost.
Try to escape: you're nailed to the cross.

Private death, private death,
private death, dead again.
Private death, private death,
Private death, you're fucking dead.