Fall, The - Tempo House текст песни

A serious man
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
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Oloron


Tormented tots
With burton weeping
His idiot contacts
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Put your claim into tempo house
Go round there to tempo house
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into tempo house



Roll the chubby round jowls
Roll the chubby round jowls
And burton's weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic welsh
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Put your claim into tempo house
Go round there to tempo house
Go there and have a grouse
Put your claim into tempo house



I'd sing "solitaire" for the b.e.f.
But who wants to be with them, anyway?
Snow on easter sunday
Jesus christ in reverse
I tell ya, the dutch are weeping
In four languages at least
Oloron
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And burton is weeping



Put your claim into tempo house
Put your claim into tempo house
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into tempo house



Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose
Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse
Spring right out of the fetters
Right away from 63 market place
Tempo house address
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Oloron



Winston churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment
And look what he did
He razed half of london
And the dutch are weeping
Lusted after french paintings
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Put your claim into tempo house
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into tempo house



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