Typewriter — текст песни (Fall, The)

<1st line missing> (their polluted cars)
The vehicle became a molten colour and of a material yet to be
discovered. Mesmerising to the occu-pants with the properties
of steel, yet supple. It`s tough luck on those that they happen
across but then who gives a toss? The boss forgot to check the
seals on the hatches next (thereby they`ll grasp some sleep buy
matches).




Parabola spacecraft crammed with four, infiltrated near Mars
by large abundant caterpillars, full and wriggling with blind
translucent round suckers and tall hairs, about my size. The
back of the ship drops off.



MES: ballroom stairs, haloed red, people miming, the lyrics blasted
overhead from top of them to downstairs wholesale, disc jockey
between click track point oh-one-five raffling non-existent prize.
All present are in league with Piccadilly Records.

Now I must act or go crackers my rest consists of sleep debt snatches

It was the day after fluke night. We eventually ended up in a
guest house accommodation type hotel owned by a large betting
shop chain. Ladbrokes Inc. On checking in I got into the lift
and looking at the key it had three numbers on it. The numbers
were 3350, 353, 303. You don`t see these type of hotels much
out of the middle of England and here`s why - getting to the
third floor I found that 3350 did not exist.