Lyrics Pat-trip Dispenser - The Fall
He
moves
slow
at
the
petrol
stop
It′s
pat
the
trip
dispenser
He
came
with
solvent
in
his
hair
The
trip
dispenser
Spine-fuhrer
of
hoboken
It's
pat
the
trip
dispenser
Friend
of
syndicate
of
sound
Pigeon
toed
band
Mcginty
thought
he
could
fool
the
fall
With
his
imitation
speeds
But
he
had
not
accounted
for
the
psychic
nose
He
did
not
know
there
are
no
big
shots
on
the
rock
And
even
if
there
were,
mcginty
would
not
be
among
them
His
head
was
full
of
icy
calm
A
clarity
of
nothing
It′s
pat
the
trip
dispenser
He
paid
at
the
generic
supermarket
With
paper
With
paper
It's
pat
the
trip
dispenser
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