Printhead

Hey badges tinkle

T-shirts mingle



Hey you horror-face!



Im a printhead

I go to pieces

Im a printhead

I go to pieces yeah



End of catch-line

End of hook-line



We had a two page

Its what we needed

Im an I'll head

My face increases

How my head increases

Real problems, biz



So how is it, yeah

That Ive reached here

I thought this game

Would do me good



How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?



We laughed with them

When it was take-the-piss time

Im no egghead

But Im an ex-worker man

W.c.-hero friend - and not water closet!



There's a barrier between writer and singer

Uh-huh he's a good man

Although a lazy one

The singer is a neurotic drinker

The band little more than a big crashing beat.

Instruments collide and we all get drunk



The last two lines

Were a quote, yeah

When we read them

We went to pieces



We went to pieces, yeah

We went to pieces, yeah

Regularly



One day a week

Im a printhead, yeah

Twenty pence a week

Dirty fingers



Printhead x 3



With print you substitute an ear

For an extra useless eye