The Falls - Home Lyrics
(New Puritan. Uncommon eyes.)The grotesque peasants stalk the landAnd deep down inside you knowEverybody wants to like big companies.Bands send tapes to famous apesMale 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 maelstromCook one!And all hardcore fiends will die by meAnd all decadent sins will reap disciplineNew puritan.This is the grim reeferThe smack at the end of the strawWith a high grim quotaYour star Karma JimNew Puritan.The conventional is now experimentalThe experimental is now conventionalIt's a dinosaur cackleA pterodactyl cackleIn LA, a drunk is sick onGene Vincent's starOn Hollywood Boulevard.Ha ha ha haStripping takes off in Britain's black spotsThe Kensington white rastas run for cabs.This I've seenNew puritanIn Britain the stream electric pumps in a renovated pub.Your stomach swells up before you get drunkThe bars are full of male slagsAt 10:35 they play "Send In The Clo w ns"Why don't you ask your local record dealerHow 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 puritanNew puritanHail the new puritanOut of hovel-cum-coven-cum-ovenAnd all hardcore fiends will guide by meAnd all decadent sins will reap disciplineNew puritan.I curse your self-copulation of your lousy record collection.New Puritan says, "Coffee Table LPs never [breathe]"New Puritan.
