MY NEW HOUSE — текст песни (The Fall)

My new house
You should see my house
My new house
You should see my new house



No rabbit hutch about it
I bought it off the baptists
I get the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious



My new house
Keep away from my new house



Wash the drawers of pills
It`s got window sills
With lead centred in the middle of them



My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out



That Halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper



Sometimes I think I`ll ring Swine-Tax
And go back to my flat



But my new house
I do love the mad things about it



According to the postman
It`s like the bleeding Bank of England



Creosote tar fence surrounds it
Those razor blades eject when I press eject



My new house
Could easily crack a mortal, it



The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13


It`ll be great when it`s decorated
My new house