Gross Chapel - British Grenadiers

Porterage down
 The dark gross chapel
 The stepped streets around now
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 Porterage down
 Dark gross chapel
 The stepped streets around now
 Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
 One look up to a whitewashed ugly wall
 Whoosh made worse by dirty postcards
 Trapped in their town
 Their bracing criminals in panicky hall
 No time for The Fall group
 I'll put you down
 Porterage down
 To the dark gross chapel
 These stepped streets around now
 (So's cro-cellar...)
 I'll put you down
 To the gross chapel
 You were right said Peter
 Dying for a smoke
 But you should've said to them please
 (Job's idea) how little they (...)
 (Like Canava's) coming up assaulted
 They were as fed up as I was
 Waiting outside after putting blame on you
 Porterage down
 (I slam) I am ailing
 Porterage down
 (...)
 .Wearing his clothes, they (...)
 And their commandos live happy
 In that scaly (eard)
 Where (air) were commandos
 Storm all pallisades
 Our leaders will not refuse us
 We will (tangle maze)
 Throw them from glasses
 And about the enemy's ears
 Sing
 Ta ra ra ra ra
 For the British Grenadiers
 I'll put you down