Artist/Band:
The Fall
Lyrics for Song: C'n'c-S Mithering
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - The Fall
Three daysThree monthsThree daysThree monthsA treatiseA
treatiseTo explain theseFirst was cash 'n' carry house
danceIn lancashire they're aIn king nat ltd.
empireKwik save is thereThe scene started hereThen
was americaThen was americaWe went thereBig a&m herb
was there**His offices had fresh airBut his rota was
mediocreUs purge, rock 'n' pop filthTheir material's
filchedAnd the secret of their livesIs.
..All the english groupsAct like peasants with free
milkOn a routeOn a route to the lootTo candy mountainFive
wacky english proletariat idiotsCalifornians always
think of sexOr think of deathFive hundred girl deathsA
mexico revenge, it's stolen landThey really get it
off onDon't hurt me pleaseRapist fill the tvsAnd the
secret of their livesIs s.
e.x..I have dreams, I can seeCarloads of negro nazisLike
faust with beardsHydrochloric shaved weirds[applause
from audience at cyprus tavern ]This was going to be
called crap rap fourteen,But it's now stop mithering.The
things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.Boils,
dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The sunday morning loud lawn mower,
The upstairs jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty
minutes,From valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ringStop mithering***The estates
stick up like stacksThe estates stick up like stacksThe
residents keep wild dogsAnd on that father's bedroom
closet top,Electric blanket boxesSurplus jonnies,
demob picturesTo their children they singStop mitheringYou
think you've got it bad with thin ties,
Miserable songs synthesized,
or circles with a in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with gary bushell,
Join round table. I like your single yer great!
A circle of low iq's.There are three rules of audience.My
journalist acquaintances, go soft,
go places,On record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers,
don't know it.The smart hedonists,
same as last verse, allusions withH in electronics,
on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose through a good film,
him, himStop mitheringI'm not joining conventional
rock band.The conventional is experimental,
the conventional is nowExperimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing.
So stop mithering.Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make
them molten.Ouch! ouch!They say I rip off johnny rottenThey
always strike for more pay.
They say see yer mate..yeh.
..see yer mateTo their mothers they singStop mitheringHe
even did fail the penile tissue test.
He hangs out for sex.He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.He's not your enemy,
his name is not harry.The secret of cash and carry.
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