Wonderful And Frightening World Of The Fall

He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around



His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch



C.r.e.e.p. cr e.e.p.



Black saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
In the presence, of this ugly gawk,
Is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(with hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)



Cr e.e.p. c.r.e.e.p. (3 times)



From the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"populist" - as well in his class at least
But then came real age, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)



C.r.e.ep. c.r.e.e.p.
C.r. eep c.r.e.e.p



Cr e.e.p. - cr e.e.p. cr e.e.p. - cr e.ep (2 times)



And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay)



He likes abc! (c.r.ee.p.)
C.r.ee.p. cr.e.e.p. (2 times)
Creep!

First off
You've got ze answer

[misereen] all its skin

Bug day
Bug day

Midges - midges hovered over the heather
3 moths shivered
Green moths shivered
Cockroaches moldered in the ground
Tonguehorns belched fire

So, fleed at sea
Terrors hit water
Minoa said 'eek'
Minoa said 'eek'

Sea reaffirms some things
We learned some things
People behave very wrong
Create company
Green is starboard, back
Left is port, there
Old continental women
Coffee cups poised on front

Facing up to the sea is a very hard thing
Facing up to sea is a v. hard thing
Anything is better than bug day

Bug day
Bug day
Bug day
But day

[mumbles]

Bug day

Anything is better than bug day

Bug day
Bug day

When will the good scotch return?
In all its scarred, splendor,
When will the price of scotch come down?



Here's him in nearly '85
Hanging around with pop scum
It's not the business i despise
On this train, extended ride
It's the scotch end of the market now



And steel glasses
And bad music corpses
Cannot hide the new rock scum
Spitting on what's good and gone
Spitting on what's good and gone
When will the price of scotch come down?



Arrangement before job done
Alignment before job done
Assignment before song sung
Alignment before job done



All of this fantastic league's against me
The fantastic is in league against me



Tin-can rattle on the path
The [bestial greed] is on the attack
The cat black runs round the tree
The siamese reached the shore
The siamese reached the shore



No never, no never no more
Will i trust the elves of dunsimore (repeated)

When the off license asks
I've been 2 months
Checks the crack
On their forehead
Should comb a hair
Over that



And these czech shoes
Are a bloody reminder
And this town
Is not much different
The clothes, the stooped appearance



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



I still remember
The white leafy border
The scheiss in winter



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



There's a song she had before
Borough town
That had the snappy rejoinder



Who's there?
What's wrong?
Clear off!

The day the dream went right back to base
There was blood on the ground
Blood on the sand
Blood all around
Tracks of the ride of the bright murder hawk
The day the dream debased and went home
And the people did mill to those adrenaline rails
And everything stopped



The nurses climbed up
Our face paled
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased



Saw a mouse, who flapped at my wife
And she told him what
And she told him what had gone down
Who then did not know the extent of the show
The people had [died/gave?] in the mouth of their ride



Disney



And dopey and mickey, brer and pluto
Secretly prayed
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased



Disney



Dark glasses on western union
Man the gates
The dream, an innocent meets her fate
Far away from appalachia and the city hate
The day x3



When there was no doubt at all
No maybe about it
It was the day the dream debased



Disney



I remembered it from
The back of my mind
The tune that i wrote
In fallen dreams
Anthem to
Creator of all that had stopped



So there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
It was the day the dream debased

It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for



I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me
He has nothing
He is not me
(his vendetta parchment)



Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
(our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage)



I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with the face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
(it is headless)
Worth $5 in london
And cursed anon.
Our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh
It was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze
And it was class
And no no-man's land
Ever had this?

Their follies are strong liberation

I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life



Chorus:
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still



How long is long in a hellish place?
And dreams today are draining us dry
And i proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles



Chorus



A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but



Chorus

Sit still
Hate from the hills



And all the bands still dream of photo-draygo
The county of lancs dreams of photo-draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-draygo
But



Chorus



Hate from the hills



How many times do i have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold

You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall



Whip wire
Whip wire
Hawk man
Slip down easy
Don't make me a go-between
This is mr. and mrs. smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang king
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style
From a press treatise
2 pound 50
Bottle of brut and nausea
Magazine
It's no longer a journey down the road for him
It is now escape route
Bright, turn off sign
Swing, 14, turns off, between
Swingo greets lime green receptionist
All here is ace, all here is ace, all here is ace
Escape route
Caca-phony
Slang king
Swoop swoop
Foll media krieg, for his honour's binge
During his scandinavian stint
He said hi to horst, the viking
Hi lo-l-lord swingo
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a british shop
Swoop scoop
Slang king
At a british shop
Take it down easy
During a lull in his attack
3 little girls with only 50 pence
Had to take, had to put
The curly wurly back
Swoop swoop, scoop scoop
Slip down easy
Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother
We'll go together
Sugar down
Slip down easy
Hyper!
Slang king
Watch, the word had right
Biz by word processor
We'll go together, slip down down away
Hyper, with the young designers
The young designers are always there
Always wanted to be there
Slip down, caca-phony
Whip wire, whip wire
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down away, sugar
Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire
Slang king