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 THE FALL - Printhead Lyrics

Hey badges tinkle
T-shirts mingle


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Hey you horror-face!


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I'm a printhead
I go to pieces
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces yeah


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End of catch-line
End of hook-line


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We had a two page
It's what we needed
I'm an ill head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz


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So how is it, yeah
That I've reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good


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How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?


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We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
I'm no egghead
But I'm an ex-worker man
W.C.-hero friend - and not water closet!


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There's a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh he's a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk


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The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces


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We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly


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One day a week
I'm a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers


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Printhead X 3


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With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye