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(New Puritan. Uncommon eyes.)
The grotesque peasants stalk the land
And deep down inside you know
Everybody wants to like big companies
Bands send tapes to famous apes
Male slags, male slates, famous apes
K Walter Keaton, now grey thoughts
The whole country is post-gramme
(Echoes of the past)
Hail the new puritan!
Righteous maelstrom
Cook one!
And all hardcore fiends will die by me
And all decadent sins will reap discipline
New puritan
This is the grim reefer
The smack at the end of the straw
With a high grim quota
Your star Karma Jim
New Puritan
The conventional is now experimental
The experimental is now conventional
It's a dinosaur cackle
A pterodactyl cackle
In LA, a drunk is sick on
Gene Vincent's star
On Hollywood Boulevard
Ha ha ha ha
Stripping takes off in Britain's black spots The Kensington white rastas run for cabs
This I've seen
New puritan
In Britain the stream electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
The bars are full of male slags
At 10:35 they play "Send In The Clo w ns"
Why don't you ask your local record dealer
How many bribes he took today?
What do you mean "What's It Mean? What's It Mean"?
What's it mean? What's it mean?
New puritan
New puritan
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
And all hardcore fiends will guide by me
And all decadent sins will reap discipline
New puritan
I curse your self-copulation of your lousy record collection
New Puritan says, "Coffee Table LPs never [breathe]"
New Puritan

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