Flat of Angles - The Fall

Dragnet for gun-blast man

The papers had a father

Holding up a picture

His son-in-law killed her

Yes he killed his wife

She was wasting his life

His veins are full of evil serum

But what’s done is done

Now he’s trapped in flat of angles

Hiding in flat of angles

Right down to its gables

And sometimes bell bust under

The rings from many callers

Coupon and gas-board man

Dragnet for gun-blast man

Who’s trapped in flat of angles

Rented cage is flat of angles

Right down to its gables

And first he started on the floorboards

120 degrees from window

Doors open to specification

And keeps out stupid neighbours

Very safe is flat of angles

Cheap rent too his flat of angles

Down to its gables

Here he fights to type

Story of murder in his life

Or soap operas all day

In rooms of dirty laundry

But I’m in flat of angles

Hiding in flat of angles

Right down to its gables

And the sun dragged him out one day

From his laundry

He saw mercenary eyes

The streets are full of mercenary eyes

Well stretched in flat of angles

Not long left in flat of angles

Down to the gables

There’s a big reward for gun-blast man

A big reward for gun-blast man

A big reward for gun-blast man

Let us go up and (.) write stories

Dragnet

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