W.m.c. Blob 59 Lyrics - Fall

Right we'll go here 

Where is he? 

Just been to the park 

Not the pub, the park 

Go on 

We too do not recognise the M.U. 

We come with our hands open in fiendship 

We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity 

WMC! 

[The social alternative was incredibly frequent] 

[completely unidentifiable backing singing continues....] 

We come with our hands open in fiendship 

We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity 

We merely make cabaret 

We are on Gramme Friday