Printhead

Fall · Other Songs - Fall

Tin badges tinkle

T-shirts mingle

Hey you horror-face!

I'm a printhead

I go to pieces

I'm a printhead

I go to pieces yeah

End of catch-line

End of [the porcupine]

We had a two page

It's one we needed

I'm an ill head

Space increases

How my head increases

Real problems, this

So how is it, yeah

That I've reached here

On board this game

You mingled

[...] bring you out to here

We laughed with them

When it was take-the-piss time

I'm no egghead

But I'm 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 an easy 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

I'm a printhead, yeah

On twenty pence a week

Been eating good!

Printhead X 3

Or you could substitute an ear

For an extra useless eye

Printhead

Printhead stands as a defining track within the expansive catalogue of The Fall, capturing the band's signature post-punk intensity. Mark E. Smith's distinctive vocal delivery drives the recording, weaving through the group's characteristic blend of angular guitar work and driving rhythms. The song exemplifies the band's ability to merge abrasive energy with lyrical obscurity, creating a sound that feels both immediate and timeless. As part of their broader discography, it reflects the experimental spirit that kept The Fall relevant across decades. The track remains a testament to their unique approach to songwriting, balancing chaotic instrumentation with Smith's enigmatic phrasing. Listeners encounter a work that encapsulates the raw, unpolished aesthetic central to the band's enduring legacy in British rock.