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Текст (слова) песни: Fall, The - Gross Chapel

Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales person mobile

Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim

One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town

They`re embracing criminals in panicky hall
No temper for Fall group

I`ll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile

I`ll put you down
To the gross chapel

You were right said Peter
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldn`t have said to the police
Jobs I do are little things
Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you

Porterage down
Ask him! I am ailing
Porterage down

Then let us fill a bumper,
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years
Whene`er we are commanded
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees,
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis,
About the enemies` ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the British Grenadiers.
I`ll put you down

 

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