And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline
New puritan
This is the grim reefer The snap at the end of the straw With a high grim quota Your star karma gin
New puritan
In LA the window opener switch Is like a dinosaur cackle A pterodactyl cackle Jet plane circle Over imported trees All the film ghosts will rise up With the sexually abused and the new youth
In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub Your stomach swells up before you get drunk Don't call me Peter I can't go Salem's just up the road I've got work to do
Hail the new puritan Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
[spoken] (right you go back to that riff)
Hail the new puritan Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven
And all hard-core fiends Will die by me And all decadent sins Will reap discipline
New puritan
I curse your preoccupation With your record collection New puritan has no time It's only music, John
New puritan
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