Fall lyrics

Fall lyrics

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Frances lyrics
Lean on me won't you, trust me for a while she said "I think I'm cured now" I touched her nimble fingers she was shaking like a leaf I suppose she got what she n
(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 a
Mia lyrics
Watch me heap up what I?ve sown I?m made of peanuts, not of shells God spares a quality of himself Uniquely designed but we can?t help ourselves So ? Why, I made the face t
ll 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
French Movie Theme lyrics
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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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