Printhead by Fall, The

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
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!



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



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 x 3



With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye