The song Farce and Fiction is performed by Napalm Death .
I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of fact
I keep on bouncing back
Misinformation is pa*sed
Look left to the right, always fight or fight
I painfully dissect, will never take as read
Yet fall back to earth as the wretch
Which suits them f**king fine
Mister pessimism, a trait we'd all rather give up
Mister pessimism, after this it comes so natural
Reserving judgment wounds me time after time
Exploitation becomes a daily grind
Take a saccharine shot, not to humor the f**kers
But the scheming scum have all bases covered
Which suits you f**king fine
From a catalog of lies, there is scant protection
So you see dependability is farce and fiction
Which suits you f**king fine