The Fall - 2 X 4 lyrics

He was against the rich He was against the poor He was against all trepidation He was against the rich On the loose again He was against the rich There's a new fiend on the loose On the back of the exhaust clip Clipped on rich and poor alike Come to roost again once more Ol' Nick doesn't go from digs to digs no more Hit him on the head with a 2 by 4 Nowadays he has a Georgian glazed porch Used table leg to club son in law New fiend in your home again He said show me my quarters and gla**es There's a new fiend on the loose Jolting in his tradition It's a fear of the obtuse He's got patents on the moaning