Printhead - The Fall
Written by：Mark E. Smith
Hey badges tinkle
T shirts mingle
Hey you horror face
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces yeah
End of catch line
End of hook line
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
So how is it yeah
That I've reached here
I thought this game ha
Would do me good
How could printed vinyl bring you out to here
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 sir
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
The last two lines
Were a quote yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces ha
We went to pieces yeah
We went to pieces yeah
Regularly
One day a week
I'm a printhead yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers
Printhead
Printhead
Printhead
With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye
