Crap Rap 2/like To Blow
The Fall · Other Songs - The Fall
We are the Fall
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
as if from heaven.
Sucker X 9
No stars in the zone
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs
I like to blow...
I like to blow....
I like to blow
Concentration zone
The years go in circles,
the years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, i go
A spurs fan, a warrior,
happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow.
Sucker, blow.
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
as if from heaven.
Sucker X 9
No stars in the zone
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs
I like to blow...
I like to blow....
I like to blow
Concentration zone
The years go in circles,
the years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, i go
A spurs fan, a warrior,
happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow.
Sucker, blow.
Crap Rap 2/like To Blow
Released by The Fall, this track exemplifies the band's unique fusion of punk energy and eccentric lyricism. Characterized by its rapid-fire delivery and satirical tone, the song reflects Ian Curtis's distinct voice and the group's willingness to embrace absurdity within their catalogue. It stands as a testament to The Fall's ability to blend aggressive rhythms with dark humor, creating a memorable recording that captures the essence of their mid-career output. The piece remains a notable example of their contribution to the post-punk genre, showcasing Curtis's mastery of wordplay and rhythmic precision without relying on traditional pop structures.