Paroles de Pat-trip Dispenser

He moves slow at the petrol stop It's Pat the trip dispenser He came with solvent in his hair The trip dispenser Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken It's Pat the trip dispenser Friend of Syndicate of Sound Pigeon toed band McGinty thought he could fool the Fall With his imitation speeds But he had not accounted for the psychic nose He did not know there are no big shots on the rock And even if there were, McGinty would not be among them His head was full of icy calm A clarity of nothing It's Pat the trip dispenser He paid at the generic supermarket With paper With paper