Printhead Lyrics - Fall

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 

Printhead 

Printhead 

With print you substitute an ear 

For an extra useless eye