C`n`c lyrics

Artist  : Fall 
Song : C`n`c



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 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.]