Pat‐Trip Dispenser Songtext
von The Fall

He moved slow at the petrol stall

It′s Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser

He came with solvent in his hand
The truck dispenser
He′s buying purer on the vodka

It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser

Brand of syndicate of sound
Digital tone bound


McGinty thought he could fool the fall
With his imitation speed
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 truck dispenser
It′s Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It′s Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It′s Pat, the truck dispenser

They meet at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper

It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It′s Pat, the truck dispenser