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Lyrics for Gross Chapel - Gb Grenadiers by Fall:
| | | Artist: | Fall |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Gross Chapel - Gb Grenadiers | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 108 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
Theyre embracing criminals in panicky hall
No temper for fall
group
Ill put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He
stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile
Ill put you down
To the
gross chapel
You were right said peter
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldnt
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
Wheneer 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.
Ill put
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