The Fall - NEW PURITAN lyrics

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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