The Fall - Tempo House lyrics

A serious man In need of a definitive job He had drunk too much Mandrake anthrax Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Tormented tots With burton weeping His idiot contacts Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into tempo house Go round there to tempo house Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into tempo house Roll the chubby round jowls Roll the chubby round jowls And burton's weeping His chairs are weeping God damn the pedantic welsh Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into tempo house Go round there to tempo house Go there and have a grouse Put your claim into tempo house I'd sing "solitaire" for the b.e.f. But who wants to be with them, anyway? Snow on easter sunday Jesus christ in reverse I tell ya, the dutch are weeping In four languages at least Oloron Pro-rae And burton is weeping Put your claim into tempo house Put your claim into tempo house Go round and have a grouse Put your claim into tempo house Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse Spring right out of the fetters Right away from 63 market place Tempo house address Pro-rae, pro-rae Oloron Winston churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment And look what he did He razed half of london And the dutch are weeping Lusted after french paintings Pro-rae, pro-rae Put your claim into tempo house Go round there and have a grouse Go round, have a grouse Put your claim into tempo house Pro-rae