There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!

Where are the obligatory niggers?
Hey there fuckface!
Hey there fuckface!
There are twelve people in the world

The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, I had to go there

Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember, now I can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!

Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here

I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a!

Kill it!
Kill it a!
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the

Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!

Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!

One of the millennium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,

I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!

Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!

Millennium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life


Lyrics submitted by birthcontrolblues, edited by hendr1x, middledistancerunner, antoniod4k, plimsoul89

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  • +2
    General Comment

    I love how Malkmus consistently ripped these boys off in his Pavement days...rather impressive.

    This song killsssssss

    Star Slighton January 17, 2007   Link
  • +2
    General Comment

    My favorite song of all time.

    artsluton September 08, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    One of my favourites. Hex Enduction Hour is essentially an attack on British pop culture, which is what this song seems to be about. Ahh Mark E. Smith is insane and i love him. It's unfortunate how little known this band is.

    birthcontrolblueson March 20, 2005   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    Apparently the line "Where are the obligatory niggers?" cost them a record deal with a Motown label.

    orangebeakeron January 02, 2006   Link
  • +1
    Lyric Correction

    lots of errors in the lyrics here 1st one: it's "Parallax", not "Poleaxe a"

    fudgyon April 25, 2011   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    Surely "reveals a lust for a form of obvious", not "a home of office".

    curiosofsion July 23, 2012   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    Here in England, The Fall are more popular / well known than Pavement, so I still don't know why Pavement get so much shit? They're sound-alikes, I know, but Pavement have developed away from this sound. Anyway, The Fall > Pavement any day.

    Syaoranonion April 23, 2014   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    Surely "Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a form of office"

    antoniod4kon March 19, 2017   Link
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    I love, "made with the highest British attention to the wrong detail". Pavement of all bands had the nerve to cover this on a Peel Session no less. John said it made an old man very happy, namely, him. It was pretty good.

    DevastatorJr.on October 05, 2006   Link
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    General Comment

    My favorite comes from an interview I read w/ Pavement saying how they covered this live and S.M. apparently ended the song stating, "He hates us...he hates us." Very funny. It is also funny how much shit Pavement receives for being Fall sound alikes and how much more popular they are than The Fall. I love them both, just saying. (There are two Pavement comments out of four for this song).

    Brilliant tune...I agree that this band is criminally over(under?)looked in the grand scheme of indie/post-punk fandom of all ages. Mark E. Smith deserves a medal for his dedication and excellence in a field with never was' and never will be's. I can't believe how many so-called punk/indie/post-punk fans i talk to that have no idea who The Fall are. They are the scene, they are no scene, they have no scene.

    'Conduit for Sale' indeed.

    3RA1N1ACon July 29, 2007   Link

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