The Fall - New Puritan lyrics

Hail the new puritan Maelstrom, cook one And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline New puritan This is the grim reefer The snap at the end of the straw With a high grim quota Your star karma gin New puritan In la the window opener switch Is like a dinosaur cackle A pterodactyl cackle Jet plane circle Over imported trees All the film ghosts will rise up With the s**ually abused and the new youth In britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub Your stomach swells up before you get drunk Don't call me peter i can't go Salem's just up the road I've got work to do Hail the new puritan Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven [spoken] (right you go back to that riff) Hail the new puritan Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline New puritan I curse your preoccupation With your record collection New puritan has no time It's only music, john New puritan Ungodly ma** Thick a**