Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My New House , by - The Fall. Song from the album This Nation's Saving Grace, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 23.01.2011
Record label: Beggars Banquet
Song language: English
My New House |
| My new house |
| You should see my house |
| My new house |
| You should see my new house |
| No rabbit hutch about it |
| I bought it off the baptists |
| I get the bills |
| And I get miffed |
| At the damn polyester fills |
| The interior is a prison unconscious |
| My new house |
| Keep away from my new house |
| Wash the drawers of pills |
| It’s got window sills |
| With lead centred in the middle of them |
| My new house |
| Is no beatnik hang-out |
| That Halifax copter |
| Sure dropped me a cropper |
| Sometimes I think I’ll ring Swine-Tax |
| And go back to my flat |
| But my new house |
| I do love the mad things about it |
| According to the postman |
| It’s like the bleeding Bank of England |
| Creosote tar fence surrounds it |
| Those razor blades eject when I press eject |
| My new house |
| Could easily crack a mortal, it |
| The spare room is fine |
| Though a little haunted |
| By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13 |
| Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13 |
| It’ll be great when it’s decorated |
| My new house |