The Fall - City Dweller lyrics
[The Fall - City Dweller lyrics]
Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore random
It's a good life bowing to a tyrant
Gone christian gang chants sweet
Regional keep your head down for the moment
That now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, Europe
Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck
In bloody plant pots all looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller
Must we base ourselves again
Into organic mud? You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at
Young girls in packs worse than any yobs
(Catalonian)
It's January 20th euro-bore I support media
Keep olympic bidding
City dweller backwards
More than you can ever know mr cab driver
What do you want mr cab driver
City dweller
This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the
Pyche of the average cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull dull
Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom
Get out of my city you mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller
They should remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
City dweller cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver oh, Mr cab driver
He's up there now, listening to us
I know he is
Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh, Mr cab driver
What do about it?
Too much to drink too many dugs
Too much sex too young
It's a good life bowing to a tyrant
Gone christian gang chants sweet
Regional keep your head down for the moment
That now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, Europe
Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck
In bloody plant pots all looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller
Must we base ourselves again
Into organic mud? You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at
Young girls in packs worse than any yobs
(Catalonian)
It's January 20th euro-bore I support media
Keep olympic bidding
City dweller backwards
More than you can ever know mr cab driver
What do you want mr cab driver
City dweller
This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the
Pyche of the average cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull dull
Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom
Get out of my city you mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller
They should remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
City dweller cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver oh, Mr cab driver
He's up there now, listening to us
I know he is
Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh, Mr cab driver
What do about it?
Too much to drink too many dugs
Too much sex too young