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Porterage down The dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now Sells person mobile Porterage down Dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards Trapped in their town Their bracing criminals in panicky hall No time for The Fall group I'll put you down Porterage down To the dark gross chapel These stepped streets around now[So's cro-cellar...]I'll put you down To the gross chapel You were right said Peter Dying for a smoke But you should've said to them please[Job's idea] how little they [...][Like Canava's] coming up assaulted They were as fed up as I was Waiting outside after putting blame on you Porterage down[I slam] I am ailing Porterage down[...].Wearing his clothes, they [...]and their commandos live happy In that scaly [eard]Where [air] were commandos Storm all pallisades Our leaders will not refuse us We will [tangle maze]Throw them from glasses And about the enemy's ears Sing Ta ra ra ra ra For the British Grenadiers I'll put you down
