Best Mark E. Smith-isms
lyrics, that is |
| 10 |  | The fall
I Am Kurious Oranj
Hey Luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said Hey Luciani
A Polish son of Hell |
| 9 |  | The fall
Perverted By Language
A Jew on a motorbike |
| 8 |  | The fall
Live At The Witch Trials
Well I’m not going back to the slow life
Where every step is a drag |
| 7 |  | The fall
Dragnet
And the arabs have it made, all these women in veils, eyes glazed
A second dark age |
| 6 |  | The fall
Totale's Turns (It's Now Or Never)
Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band and
uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions.
Aghast goes next door to his neighbor, secretly excited, as
aforementioned was a hunter whom radio enthusiast wanted
friendship and favor of.
A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table
poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew of
wireless operator's forthcoming revelation.
A new face in hell!
A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the
realization hits him that the same government him and his now
dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches
have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast
and dead hunter would have wished torture on. A servant of
government walks in and arrests wireless fan in
kitchen for murder of his neighbor |
| 5 |  | The fall
Grotesque (After the Gramme)
Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks |
| 4 |  | The fall
Hex Enduction Hour
Hey there, fuckface! |
| 3 |  | The fall
The Frenz Experiment
The German athletic star was continually ill.
For months doctors were puzzled.
The star would complain of the smell in his room.
On visiting him this was found to be true.
An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom. |
| 2 |  | The fall
Slates
No nerves left Monday morning, I think I’ll cut my dick off |
| 1 |  | The fall
The Complete Peel Sessions 1978-2004
The bars are full of male slags
At 1035 they play Send In The Clap!
Ungodly mass, thick ass |
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