post a Fall lyric
Post a Fall lyric
Elijah Lee
Jonathan Robinson
WHERE ARE THE OBLIGATORY NIGGERS
Isaiah Watson
You thought it'd be great
But a good mind does not a good fuck make
Nathan Russell
the evil is not in extremes
its in the aftermath
the middle mass
after the fact
vulturous in the aftermath
Daniel Stewart
WE ARE THE FALL
Robert Diaz
Paranoid man in his early thirties
In the zenith of his powers
When girls pass, puts head down in the street
Shakes in the chemists
Male, mid thirties, white, paranoia
Thirty-two, forty-five
Reaches its summit
Paranoid man in his late thirties
Going down fast
Camden Martinez
DRINK THE LONG DRAUGHT, DAAAAN
Mason Martin
AND GOOD KING HARRY WAS THERE, FUCKING JIMMY SAVILLE
Ayden Miller
THEY RODE OVER PEASANTS LIKE YOU
THEY RODE OVER PEASANTS LIKE YOU
AND THEIR HORSES LOVED THEM TOO
Evan Hughes
How can you have the same again?
Nathaniel Barnes
Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack of worms
Mason Barnes
Was embarrassed but stayed with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
You couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed big romance
Thomas Ross
serial killers
were always a bore in my book
Justin Scott
When I'm dead and gone
My vibrations will live on
In vibes on vinyl through the years
People will dance to my waves
Alexander Perry
AUSTRALIANS IN EUROPE
WHY DID YER GREAT GRANDDAD LEAVE?
Joshua Anderson
1. Vegetarian burgers go on the left
And those who want meat burgers on the right
2. Your brain is software
Is full of excrement
3. And you've just split up
With your long-legged rap chick
4. 'Cos your Daddy had a stroke in the tub
Took the funds out of your bank balance
Kayden Kelly
Think. Like mountain climbing, or skiing in the Alps. Think of it....I don't.
Nicholas Adams
And if I ever end up like U2 slit my throat with a garden vegetable
Jaxon Anderson
Now here's a joke
To cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
With a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anesthetic
That joke's pathetic
Hudson Jackson
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired
I'll do it tomorrow
Christian Thomas
queen victoria is the last black slug in picadilly manchester