Behind The Counter Lyrics - Fall

They're always hitting on me 

But I'm getting thin 

From waiting on 

They just want me to be 

Behind the counter 

The hen centre 

Was always picking on me 

There they are tucking in all over shop 

Got no time 

For dinner or tea 

Behind the counter 

Every car I see 

Is always picking on me 

They take a left turn when I cross, guaranteed 

They park on the pavement 

Some have paid parks on the pavement 

Here 

I say "Wait sir, wait sir, 

You'd better wait sir" 

Guaranteed 

I'm getting thin 

From idiots who write rock books 

Disparate 

Ex-groups cold would've played this 

"For Nose Pin and the Punk Piggies 

Didn't quite make it," they say 

Get behind the counter 

The other side of the counter 

Chill it, boy 

The other side of the counter