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Daddy, What's a Working Class? EP

by The Fall and Fall

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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet) Smoking stacks and satanic mills now converted visitors centres push a button turn the wheels memories of a bygone age Daddy, what's a working class? teacher said it don't exist cos we is now the swollen middle credit bloated, binge drinking pissed call centred cleaning service nation passing by on wealth creation minimum waged and without invention selling pasties in a service station Girls like a man in uniform but this one cleans the bogs our expectations falling fast and going to the dogs the colours of this sceptered Isle is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest cold calling on auto dial get lumped in with the rest homogenise the working people in predictable single file sit back and watch them all march past for a while and up there in the right post codes in the gentrified peoples zone immune from the sores of everyday people play their cares away please don't set my alarm too early I want to spend more time in the far away I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly all I ask is let me go sick today I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle laughing at the plebs and their self made mess I can watch that fucker unleash his bile get medieval on their heads without redress It's all so sad that we do all we can to make ourselves that slippery that nothing ever sticks teflon responsibility
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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet) Smoking stacks and satanic mills now converted visitors centres push a button turn the wheels memories of a bygone age Daddy, what's a working class? teacher said it don't exist cos we is now the swollen middle credit bloated, binge drinking pissed call centred cleaning service nation passing by on wealth creation minimum waged and without invention selling pasties in a service station Girls like a man in uniform but this one cleans the bogs our expectations falling fast and going to the dogs the colours of this sceptered Isle is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest cold calling on auto dial get lumped in with the rest homogenise the working people in predictable single file sit back and watch them all march past for a while and up there in the right post codes in the gentrified peoples zone immune from the sores of everyday people play their cares away please don't set my alarm too early I want to spend more time in the far away I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly all I ask is let me go sick today I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle laughing at the plebs and their self made mess I can watch that fucker unleash his bile get medieval on their heads without redress It's all so sad that we do all we can to make ourselves that slippery that nothing ever sticks teflon responsibility
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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet) Smoking stacks and satanic mills now converted visitors centres push a button turn the wheels memories of a bygone age Daddy, what's a working class? teacher said it don't exist cos we is now the swollen middle credit bloated, binge drinking pissed call centred cleaning service nation passing by on wealth creation minimum waged and without invention selling pasties in a service station Girls like a man in uniform but this one cleans the bogs our expectations falling fast and going to the dogs the colours of this sceptered Isle is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest cold calling on auto dial get lumped in with the rest homogenise the working people in predictable single file sit back and watch them all march past for a while and up there in the right post codes in the gentrified peoples zone immune from the sores of everyday people play their cares away please don't set my alarm too early I want to spend more time in the far away I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly all I ask is let me go sick today I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle laughing at the plebs and their self made mess I can watch that fucker unleash his bile get medieval on their heads without redress It's all so sad that we do all we can to make ourselves that slippery that nothing ever sticks teflon responsibility
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Threadbare 03:19
Threadbare (lyric sheet) The biggest blip on a sonar the echo fills your head like a warning come down from afar hurry or we'll be dead i cannot believe in this day and age why we get moral outrage it's always easier to point elsewhere knowing your own thoughts are threadbare When the walls cave in who can you trust? we all just give in cos we're spiritually bust All in all and inch by inch we all start to feel the pinch and when pounds become pennies and bread becomes dust we're going threadbare, broken and bust As small as the fortune in your soul the sparsity of what we have is gone feeling bit part instead of the whole struggling to recall the songs and there's always someone else to blame for all the crapness that enters our lives as Lemmings we jump the bus to fame as Lemmings we know the rules to the game

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'Daddy, What's a Working Class' original mix plus two re-workings b/w 'Threadbare' lifted from the 'London' album.


Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet)

Smoking stacks and satanic mills
now converted visitors centres
push a button turn the wheels
memories of a bygone age

Daddy, what's a working class?
teacher said it don't exist
cos we is now the swollen middle
credit bloated, binge drinking pissed
call centred cleaning service nation
passing by on wealth creation

minimum waged and without invention
selling pasties in a service station
Girls like a man in uniform
but this one cleans the bogs
our expectations falling fast
and going to the dogs

the colours of this sceptered Isle
is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest
cold calling on auto dial
get lumped in with the rest
homogenise the working people
in predictable single file
sit back and watch them all
march past for a while

and up there in the right post codes
in the gentrified peoples zone
immune from the sores of everyday
people play their cares away
please don't set my alarm too early
I want to spend more time in the far away

I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly
all I ask is let me go sick today
I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle
laughing at the plebs and their self made mess
I can watch that fucker unleash his bile
get medieval on their heads without redress
It's all so sad that we do all we can
to make ourselves that slippery
that nothing ever sticks
teflon responsibility

credits

released December 9, 2012

Music: Paul Turner/Adam Yates
Producer: Dolby D
Photo by JT
©A Fall and Fall Recording 2012

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The Fall and Fall are Adam Yates and Paul Turner. Adam does the production, sorts out the beats, creates tunes and backing tracks. Paul does the vocals, plays most of the instruments which are predominantly guitar, bass and keyboards. Sometimes they demo stuff separately and then work up the end result but equally stuff is created from scratch as ideas get developed in the studio. ... more

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