Porterage down

The dark gross chapel

The stepped streets around now

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Porterage down

Dark gross chapel

The stepped streets around now

Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim

One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall

Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards

Trapped in their town

Their bracing criminals in panicky hall

No time for The Fall group

I'll put you down

Porterage down

To the dark gross chapel

These stepped streets around now

[So's cro-cellar...]

I'll put you down

To the gross chapel

You were right said Peter

Dying for a smoke

But you should've said to them please

[Job's idea] how little they [...]

[Like Canava's] coming up assaulted

They were as fed up as I was

Waiting outside after putting blame on you

Porterage down

[I slam] I am ailing

Porterage down

[...]

.Wearing his clothes, they [...]

and their commandos live happy

In that scaly [eard]

Where [air] were commandos

Storm all pallisades

Our leaders will not refuse us

We will [tangle maze]

Throw them from glasses

And about the enemy's ears

Sing

Ta ra ra ra ra

For the British Grenadiers

I'll put you down