Fall - Printhead Lyrics

Tin 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 [the porcupine] We had a two page It's one we needed I'm an ill head Space increases How my head increases Real problems, this So how is it, yeah That I've reached here On board this game You mingled [...] 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 an easy 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 On twenty pence a week Been eating good! Printhead X 3 Or you could substitute an ear For an extra useless eye