New Puritan Lyrics - Fall

Hail the new puritan 

Maelstrom, cook one 

And all hard-core fiends 

Will die by me 

And all decadent sins 

Will reap discipline 

New puritan 

This is the grim reefer 

The snap at the end of the straw 

With a high grim quota 

Your star karma gin 

New puritan 

In LA the window opener switch 

Is like a dinosaur cackle 

A pterodactyl cackle 

Jet plane circle 

Over imported trees 

All the film ghosts will rise up 

With the sexually abused and the new youth 

In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub 

Your stomach swells up before you get drunk 

Don't call me Peter I can't go 

Salem's just up the road 

I've got work to do 

Hail the new puritan 

Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven 

(right you go back to that riff) 

Hail the new puritan 

Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven 

And all hard-core fiends 

Will die by me 

And all decadent sins 

Will reap discipline 

New puritan 

I curse your preoccupation 

With your record collection 

New puritan has no time 

It's only music, John 

New puritan 

Ungodly mass 

Thick ass