The Fall - W.M.C. BLOB 59 lyrics

Right we'll go here

Where is he?

Just been to the park

Not the pub, the park

Go on

We too do not recognise the M.U.

We come with our hands open in fiendship

We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity

WMC!

[The social alternative was incredibly frequent]

[completely unidentifiable backing singing continues....]

We come with our hands open in fiendship

We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity

We merely make cabaret

We are on Gramme Friday