Live Tonight - Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods

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Sleaford Mods

You cunt!

Live tonight

Live tonight

Get you into the fucking ground, I’m not moaning man

I like the smell of mist on curbs near the beer garden at night

I like the taxis, cars, motorbikes, pedestrian walkways

Well if the council want a no traffic zone that’s sound mate, good with me

I got a latte, on I’m easy, undercover of the night

Telecaster, pirate wanker, high seas, arthritis?

Yes please!

I look like The Michelin man yammed up on antibiotics, nanny

Is that your auntie?

What d’yer bring ya fucking auntie for?

What’s he gunna do?

You ain’t got permission to

Unless I give it to you, to open ya mouth

I want you to unplug the till from the canteen upstairs bring it down 'ere

Plug it in and start dishing fucking refunds out!

Live tonight

Live tonight

Live tonight (every night)

Live tonight

Darcy de farcy back on the phones in two years

Real music, real chorus, no tears, no fears

I’ll end mumbling away in a waiting room about the SAS, mate

Dirty neck barred from The Last Post, the pub next to the church

It’s alright, blokes 'n' smokes, it’s all god and an eye for an eye

Still some out there who believe in the lie of work til you die, of Sundays,

apple pie

Death waits for every man!

It ain’t like cakes from Birds, you don’t get anything for your money back

Pound back on the bottle of pop, I tango and cashed it, yam

Cake tin, your job, my job, laughing

Mate, where we been?

Upstairs in the back kid on slop mod

Daft crop, I don’t wear crap like that throwbacks alright

If ya doing something decent but I put ya CD on

It’s fucking Shakin' Stevens

Live tonight

Live tonight

Live tonight (every night)

Live tonight

You know where the fucking shop is, don’t ya?

Do you want one?

Fine!

You know where the fucking shop is, don’t ya?

Do you want one?

Fine!

You know where the fucking shop is, don’t ya?

Do you want one?

Fine!

You know where the fucking shop is, don’t ya?

Do you want one?

Fine!

You know where the fucking shop is, don’t ya?

Don’t ya?

Don’t ya?

Don’t ya?