The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden
That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden
Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last
Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone
this entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient to readers, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and they blow up. I got the idea from. Yours sincerely, Mr Reg Barnes
The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a. Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
The Fall - Garden Lyrics
The Fall - Garden Lyrics
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The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden
That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden
Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last
Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone
this entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient to readers, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and they blow up. I got the idea from. Yours sincerely, Mr Reg Barnes
The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a. Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden
That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden
Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last
Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone
this entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient to readers, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and they blow up. I got the idea from. Yours sincerely, Mr Reg Barnes
The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a. Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Writer: Craig Scanlon, Karl Burns, Mark Smith, Paul Hanley, Stephen Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Performed By: The Fall
Written by: Craig Scanlon, Karl Burns, Mark Smith, Paul Hanley, Stephen Hanley