Songtext He pep! The Fall

He pep!

I dont want to go back anymore.
I dont wanna go to work in the rain.
No more toast grilled on the heater.
No more of that a&r girl.
And having to meet her.
My personage
It writes everywhere [in race anywhere]

You pep!

And I stick my parker pen under my ear
Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair.
What I wear
Have to check out of moodys lair
Hang on

Hang on, leaves your bad house with me
Into the room of the bass player.
Why wont you go up stairs?
You pep!

Dont think hes dont get in slippy
North-old-hamptonshire.
I believe theres a new drug out.
Its called speed I wrote a song about it
Conceptually a la bowie.
But its been lost in the vaults of the record company
By our manager

So instead our new 45 is girlies
[eckides] on, brown tonguer
Yours, brattingly.
Everyone says please
Anyway is a waste of life
Wait to say it in lancashire
You pep!

You had the best summer
And now its wearing off.
No more excuses
For your traitorism.