Fall - Touch Sensitive Lyrics
Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!Well everyone you meet,In the pubs and on the streetIs touch sensitive.Don't frown and you're a creepIf you smile you're a liarIf you don't say "it's bitter cold"You're drunken, too.{hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!}They say what about the money?But i think that i'm industry [in the street?]I think they've got a bloody cheeck.I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly[in delia's]What don't want a little kipYeah!{they're touch sensitive.}{hey! hey! hey! hey!)Touch sensitiveOld people worry about the milkBut in the street they call you filth.Houses line upVolume tremorsPass down your barber till your carrot speaksStand back and laugh.You are burstin' for a peeSo you go behind a treeTwo coppers followed safeThat as will be the endThe best thing is to stay homeAnd have a wank.