Fall - Medical Acceptance Gate Lyrics
I worked for future salary the nightshiftIn spalding street. the respect is worth it.1.am at the front gate it had just beenSunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back.He spoke loud and said come out of there thatGrill on the wall contains a crowd andThat twisted shape you call the laundryPost reminds me of my origin.Your criss-crossed fences are avenues.Paid for by the nhs, you need it more thanThe patients for mortgage fees and medical pranks.But you wont fix my quartz chipOr repair my broken kindKindness borne of mousey brainTwisted with kin of bitter worldVicious dreams of ec1And lapland girls and green purseWith tall and chaste inducements (*? pronounced inductments? *)The porter went to move the manAnd we got back to practice timeBut his hands went through the manHe was made up of liquid pitchHis legs two propeller sticksCrisscrossed fence posts were his eyesHis mouth red like a twisted reichHis mouth like a twisted knifeHe wreaked of bleach and hospitalsHe wreaked of bleach and hospitalsThe porter swears this is trueHe wreaked of bleach and hospitalsThe porter swears this is trueAnd drinks too much in his brown and white hutBut the thing clings to the acceptance gateThe thing clings to the acceptance gateThe thing clings to the acceptance gateThe thing clings to the medical acceptance gateAnd nobody says hes seen itIt only bounces young mdsWe are dedicated to fight diseaseTo fight diseaseDiseaseDisease
