Gross Chapel - Gb Grenadiers lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Fall
Album: Bend Sinister

Lyrics

Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales person mobile

Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim

One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town

They're embracing criminals in panicky hall
No temper for fall group

I'll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile

I'll put you down
To the gross chapel

You were right said peter
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldn't have said to the police
Jobs I do are little things
Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you

Porterage down
Ask him! I am ailing
Porterage down

Then let us fill a bumper
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches
And wear the louped clothes
May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years

Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees
And we with hand grenades
We throw them from the glacis
About the enemies' ears
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row
For the british grenadiers

I'll put you down