Crap Rap 2 / Like to Blow - The Fall

We are the Fall

Northern white crap that talks back

We are not black.

Tall.

No boxes for us.

Do not fuck us.

We are frigid stars.

We were spitting, we were snapping «Cop Out, Cop Out!»

as if from heaven.

Sucker X 9

No stars in the zone

I stay at home

I live on snacks

Potatoes in packs

I like to blow…

I like to blow…

I like to blow

Concentration zone

The years go in circles,

the years go in circles

Hopes goes, I’m gone

Smoke comes, i go

A spurs fan, a warrior,

happy no-hoper

Dull, manage,

I think slow.

Sucker, blow.