"Crap Rap 2 / Like To Blow" lyrics - THE FALL

THE FALL
"Crap Rap 2 / Like To Blow"
(Martin Bramah / Mark E. Smith)

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, Sucker, Sucker,
Sucker, Sucker, Sucker,
Sucker, Sucker, Sucker

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

I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone

A spurs fan, a warrior,
Happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow.

I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone

Sucker, Sucker, Sucker
Sucker, Sucker, Sucker
Sucker, Sucker, Blow.