Printhead - The Fall

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