The Fall - The League of Bald-Headed Men Lyrics

You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex
And the person next to you is someone you hate?
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, with me
I end up like that, all around and inside left

All through the walls
It suppurates, look it up!
I'm immobile
Is your house for sale?

And Davey's just got out of his cell
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale, what?
Walk the main drag, splayed

See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted
School friends, pop mobs, male loafers
Business affairs, advisers and members of the band
Suppurated, look it up!

And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men

Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The great league

And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
Baseball hatted, blue capped
Baseball hatted, blue capped

And everyday, it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
And everyday, it's my pleasure to meet