New Puritan Lyrics by Fall, The

New Puritan Lyrics

    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

    [spoken] (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

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