Fall - C'n'c lyrics

Three months. Three days. Three months. Cliches. Cliches. A

treatise. Yes, it's them again. For about the fifth f. time, in

this god forsaken town. First was Cash N Carry house dance. In

Manchester they're A. In King Nat Ltd Empire. Yer got a Safeway

there. Yer got a f. Safeway everywhere. Even in Manchester.

There's two types of factory there. One makes old corpses. They

stumble round like rust dogs. One lives off old dying men. One

lives off the back of a dead man. You know which one. You know

which FACTORY I mean.* You know... You know... Psychedelic

brain mushes offers the alternative. They're all good

boys.Regular wages. The boss does the covers. They-are OK. by

me. They just don't talk to me. I can see. I have dreams. I

can see. I have dreams. And the secret of my life. Is......

Secretive. Kennen Sie den weg nach? Kennen Sie den weg nach? The

residents keep wild dogs. Yes it's them again. Music Centre

Irritant. Get your suits off. Get your vinyl lids on. Get your

Lee Coopers on. Have a shower son. Go out to the club, boy. In

your father's bedroom closet pack. Contraceptives. Pru Plus

Plan. Objectives. Demob pictures. Old train sets. Kennen Sie

den weg nach? Kennen Sie den weg nach? Some food is so fast.

Some food is so fast. Now...I never worked for, this death on a

plate stuff. I AM NOT HERE TO CHEER YOU UP! Video reach, stereo

bog, video reach, stereo bog. A quick fuzz, a quick fuzz. Video

reach, stereo bog, video reach, stereo bog. Dissipates. Are you

a bit too late? And the secret of their lives is... S. E. X.

Meet me here at 8pm. and we'll eat some meat in the rest room.

That's fame. Stars on 45. STARS ON 45!! I KEEP MY POCKETS

LINED!. STARS ON 45! I KEEP MY POCKETS LINED! A POSTCARD

HASN"T ARRIVED! A POSTCARD HASN'T ARRIVED! STARS ON 45!! I KEEP

MY POCKETS LINED! WE ALL WANT FAME: WHIP ROUND AND TELL ALL THE

OTHERS: LET'S GET SOME FAME: FOR MY BROTHERS: AND WHAT ABOUT THE

OTHERS? ANd on boogy night, It'll be allright. And boogy night.

I'll feast on 45's. I'll keep my pockets lined. I'll keep my

pockets lined.

[* Reference to Factory Records. ed.]