Lyrics
We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah
Right man
Man stopped us at the corner
He had a bloody nose
And then he opened his denim jacket
It was under his vest made out of tracing paper
Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible [ ]
"... formation of Beryllium eight ... Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way ... Red giant stars ..."
Disfigured in a lady, tedious
Was over accountant's and on business
Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary
Then I read Paula Yates on Vision mopeds
Then I found out we were not going to Italy
Later mam said, "Them continentals are little monkeys"
And yesterday we had liver and sausage over
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Your thumb-prints are on the paintwork"
Distractors, post-doctors behind come in
Dressed in suits, grow talons
Everyone clenched plaits horror
And sometimes they say, "Hey, you're messing up the paintwork"
"... thumb-prints are on the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Your thumb-prints are on the paintwork"
And sometimes I feel like saying
This is bloody Newark or some drive-in slap place
In Breda and in Cologne
With the shirt on
Sun in vicinity
As if I hadn't done ten months' service in the U.S.A. on the big yachts
Its circle is where I start
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Your thumb-prints are on the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Hey, you're messing up the paintwork
And I think if I'd wanted to live in Holland
And if I'd wanted to be European
I'd have packed up and pissed off when I was sixteen
A Swiss good at this lousy business
Was the last thing I was ever imagining
Hey! Mark, why can't I live in England?
The end of shoes, all warehouse you've got
Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo
And take over all the desperate
I'll take over discussion and
[ ] humanely regular colours over [ ]
[ ] engineered oxidate zeppelin
Old world style, old man only jukebox caught
Two carat gems carved with 56 spectacular facets
And sometimes they say, "Hey, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, you're messing up the paintwork
I thought we lived in England
And sometimes they say, "Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Hey, your thumb-prints are on the paintwork"
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
What is this thing they're so hard-assed about?
What is this thing they're so hard-assed about?
I thought I lived in England
Hey
Hey
And sometimes they say, "Hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork"
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Footnotes
Sources / Links
- The Annotated Fall: “Paintwork” [Archived]
- Ford, Simon (2003). Hip Priest: the story of Mark E Smith and The Fall. London: Quartet Books.
- Mackay, Tommy (2018). 40 Odd Years of The Fall. Place of publication unknown: Greg Moodie.
- Pringle, Steve (2022). You Must Get Them All: The Fall on Record. [paperback edition]. Pontefract: Route Publishing Ltd. [Online store]
- Smith, Mark E. (1985). The Fall Lyrik & Texte Von Mark E. Smith. In Deutsch & Englisch. With Drawings by Brix. Berlin: The Lough Press. [AKA The Orange Book. Available online in The Internet Archive]
- Smith, Mark E. (2008). vII. The Lough Press & AMarquisManipulationProductions. [AKA the Blue Lyrics Book]
- Smith Start, Brix (2016). The Rise, The Fall, and The Rise. London: Faber & Faber. [Text available online in archive.org]
- The Track Record: “Paintwork”
- Wolstencroft, Simon (2014). You Can Drum But You Can’t Hide: a memoir. Trowbridge: Strata Books. (2nd edition published by Route Publishing, 2017).
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