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Sleaford Mods ft. Dr Lisa McKenzie
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All them-all them-all them-all them, all them skills, all that sewing
All that makin' Marks and Spencer's knickers
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Yeah, I didn't mean anything anymore
And I wasn't scared of worryin', fuck that all
When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain't got one
Online food and distancing, I felt like shit
Well, it come so quick and all the frustration and the no sleep shit
I think I want something to come out of my phone that ain't there
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Uneventful, fuck your pledge
Sod this philosophical take on where's your head
Where's mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you
Eyeing cars 70 miles an hour across a car park, what the fuck for?
I feel less able to make the effort, but I can't be fuckin' arsed, all I see is a desert
Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church
The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind
Surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me back
Oh, balls you, and illicit
The scope of my language is very big, it's safe to say
I'm not very good at it
Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams
All perfect, direct, like she's just had an hoover out to her teeth and neck
Transatlantic, he's the same, you gotta be really shit to come into the game
Trash tatters smash you claw it
Three to four hundred years left of this capitalist orgy
Change the room
Let's see if we can hold the climax by switching up the fucking mood
Hoover, hoover
It's like you'd paid if someone told you needed a new computer
'Cause I don't fuckin' know anything about 'em
Silly country, I'm a cunt, get me wallet out? Of course sir
How much do you fuckin' want?
Plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors
Kettle on and common decencies optional course
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh, fuck this
Oh, send me back
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and walk out
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