Printhead

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




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