City Dweller Lyrics - Fall

Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore 

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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 psyche 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 drugs 

Too much sex 

Too young