Nevermind the Beatles...Mark E. Smith is gonna kick LoZoccolo's ass.

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Fucking Oasis.






We are Northern white crap that talks back
We are The Fall we were spinning we were stepping
Cop out, cop out as in from heaven
The difference between you and us is that we have brains
Cos we are Northern white crap
But we talk back
Uh oh, uh oh
Back fucking back, The Mighty Fall
The Fall, we are back, we are back
And this next number is Fiery Jack

My face is slack
And kidneys burn
In the small of my back
Will never learn
Well I'm not going back
To the slow life
Because every step is a drag
And pieces of kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn
I sat and drank
While my dreams decay
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And I think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn
I eat hot dogs
I live on pies
I'm 45
Cause I am Jack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn
And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trade
End free trade
I say eat this grenade
Gonna eat this grenade
Cause I am Jack
Some man from the docks
They are smart
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow trends
But I am Jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And I think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn
I am Jack
And put down left-wing tirades
and the musical trade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said eat this grenade
End all free trade
I said eat this grenade


Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
The stepped streets around now
Sells person mobile
Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
The stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall
Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town
Their bracing criminals in panicky hall
No time for The Fall group
I'll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
These stepped streets around now

I'll put you down
To the gross chapel
You were right said Peter
Dying for a smoke
But you should've said to them please
how little they <...>
coming up assaulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you
Porterage down
I am ailing
Porterage down
<...>
.Wearing his clothes, they <...>
and their commandos live happy
In that scaly
Where were commandos
Storm all pallisades
Our leaders will not refuse us
We will
Throw them from glasses
And about the enemy's ears
Sing
Ta ra ra ra ra
For the British Grenadiers
I'll put you down




I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
I'll stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
Sign of the cross
A couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'
He was the manager
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya
Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-I-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-I-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-I-O
H-O-I-O-G-O-H-O
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
The Kavanagh scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance X 3
Victim! X3
Don't wanna be a victim! X4
Pick the fleas mister
Eat y'self fitter
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter
Who tells you what
To tape on your vid. shit
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what'll you do when the rental's up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will ne'er look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched times, Jesus
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to...
Eat each other
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter
(Eat y'self fitter)
Properly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain a flame
With all the dreams
It had conjured X3
It had conjured a victim
Don't wanna be a victim X4
The centimeter square
Eat y'self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter
(Eat y'self fitter)




In 2001
A Life code:
It pays to talk to no one.
Proliferating across the earth.
Also Sprach Zarathustra*
Faction Europa
Free Range.
2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
Proliferating across the earth
Pressure guilt
Grudge match
12 cm flak unit
Range 1 stroke 35
This is the spring without end
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind
By 2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
It pays to talk to no one
Europa, faction
Proliferating across the earth
Free Range
This is the spring without end
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind
Insect posse
will be crushed
Moravia, trouble
Moldavia
Europa
Every second third word
Europa
It pays to talk to no one.
Free Range.



From the valleys of Leicestershire
And all over
Came mystic crew filth
The first was Dave Bush-babe
The second was Graham pony-tail
They were mystic crew filth
Crew filth

Then from the land of the accordion
Came Dave Kiwi
He was crew filth
He had the shirts
He wouldn't meditate
on his <...> ring
Mystic
Crew filth
Hey mystic crew filth
Crew filth X4
Where did they come from?
The little motherfuckers
Nobody knows
Nobody bothers
Crew filth
Crew filth
Crew filth
One was a Kiwi
One was a Bush-baby
One had tattoos on his legs
One had brown spectacles on his head
Motherfuckers
Crew filth
Crew filth
Hey Kenny, tell us about crew filth
Crew filth X3
But those crew filth
They had sensitive sides to their nature
They would smoke pot in their rooms
They were always behind you
That's why we kept our backs to the walls
You gotta watch your wallet, man
Crew filth
What about crew filth Bill?
Bill was King of the fucking Motherfucker crew filth
He had to do some work one night
Then his hair turned white
Crew filth baby X3
Crew filth motherfucker
He was the worst, one of the worst X3
Gotta watch your friends
Watch your girl
You never can tell
He might kill a tab
While you're jumping off
All your friends might turn out to be
Crew filth



O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the green piece in us all
He's the creep-creep in us all
Condescends to black men
Very nice to them
They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant spastic heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate

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1. I wouldn't wish a fight with Mark Smith on my worst enemy

But Oasis, yeah.