| 歌曲 | Repression Out Of Uniform |
| 歌手 | Napalm Death |
| 专辑 | Words From The Exit Wound |
| 作词 : Greenway, Pintado | |
| Phobic eggshell walking on a brink | |
| Camera sensor eyes pierce | |
| We excuse stone-set normality | |
| Yet send tremors through morality | |
| Frozen optics | |
| Traction for outspoken heads | |
| **** your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And bizarre take on community concern | |
| Division is your vision | |
| Cajoled, jostled into position | |
| Where we can't ascend or defend | |
| Funny how you're molded by perfection | |
| Which visionary told you so? | |
| Curse our influence | |
| Traction for outspoken heads | |
| **** your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And bizarre take on community concern | |
| Division is your vision | |
| Your true colors make us reel, scab | |
| Garish hue with bilious sheen, scab | |
| No dressing up to the nines, scab | |
| It's permanent under the skin | |
| Policing the detritus, unclean | |
| Policing the benign | |
| Your true colors make us reel, scab | |
| Garish hue with bilious sheen, scab | |
| No dressing up to the nines, scab | |
| It's permanent under the skin | |
| **** your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And **** assumptions that we're dirt | |
| Derision builds a prison for you |
| zuò cí : Greenway, Pintado | |
| Phobic eggshell walking on a brink | |
| Camera sensor eyes pierce | |
| We excuse stoneset normality | |
| Yet send tremors through morality | |
| Frozen optics | |
| Traction for outspoken heads | |
| your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And bizarre take on community concern | |
| Division is your vision | |
| Cajoled, jostled into position | |
| Where we can' t ascend or defend | |
| Funny how you' re molded by perfection | |
| Which visionary told you so? | |
| Curse our influence | |
| Traction for outspoken heads | |
| your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And bizarre take on community concern | |
| Division is your vision | |
| Your true colors make us reel, scab | |
| Garish hue with bilious sheen, scab | |
| No dressing up to the nines, scab | |
| It' s permanent under the skin | |
| Policing the detritus, unclean | |
| Policing the benign | |
| Your true colors make us reel, scab | |
| Garish hue with bilious sheen, scab | |
| No dressing up to the nines, scab | |
| It' s permanent under the skin | |
| your badge less, rank less dirge | |
| And assumptions that we' re dirt | |
| Derision builds a prison for you |