The Fall

The Fall - New Puritan lyrics

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(New Puritan. Uncommon eyes.)

The grotesque peasants stalk the land

And deep down inside you know

Everybody wants to like big companies.

Bands send tapes to famous apes

Male slags, male slates, famous apes.

K Walter Keaton, now grey thoughts.

The whole country is post-gramme

(Echoes of the past)

Hail the new puritan!

Righteous maelstrom

Cook one!

And all hardcore fiends will die by me

And all decadent sins will reap discipline

New puritan.

This is the grim reefer

The smack at the end of the straw

with a high grim quota

Your star Karma Jim

New Puritan.

The conventional is now experimental

The experimental is now conventional

It's a dinosaur cackle

A pterodactyl cackle

In LA, a drunk is sick on

Gene Vincent's star

On Hollywood Boulevard.

Ha ha ha ha

Stripping takes off in Britain's black spots

The Kensington white rastas run for cabs.

This i've seen

New puritan

In Britain the stream electric pumps in a renovated pub.

Your stomach swells up before you get drunk

The bars are full of male slags

At 10:35 they play "Send In The Clo w ns"

Why don't you ask your local record dealer

How many bribes he took today?

What do you mean "What's It Mean? What's It Mean"?

What's it mean? What's it mean?

New puritan

New puritan

Hail the new puritan

Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven

And all hardcore fiends will guide by me

And all decadent sins will reap discipline

New puritan.

I curse your self-copulation of your lousy record collection.

New Puritan says, "Coffee Table LPs never [breathe]"

New Puritan. 
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