Liveable Shit - Sleaford Mods

So I got in this morning

And I went to the loo

And he walked out the cubicle

And it fucking stunk

Every morning, I get it and it’s same time, same trap, same stink

And it glides through the air

By the time it’s hit you

It’s been pacified by 10 yards of fresh air

Liveable shit, you put up with it

Liveable shit, you put up with it

And the gnarly fucking arseholes that gather

No balls to do anything apart from slither

Mixed in with knowledge and no localism

Just fake accents knicked from someone posh they might have met

In Shoreditch

A vegetarian vet

Lou fucking Reed

Whoever

G.G.

fucking Allen

Gestures of violence to anyone that can’t see or hear them

That kind of prick

That kind of shit

Liveable shit

Like three months of rain

Nobody likes a fucking Tory reign

The Prime Minister’s face hanging in the clouds like Gary Oldman’s Dracula

As Keanu Reeves drove up to the fucking castle

Laughing really badly

Relentless

Like the gears on a bus if you’re sat at the back

Next to a noisy twat

St. George’s flag twat

Liveable shit, Liveable shit

Liveable shit, you put up with it

Liveable shit, you put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

(No, no, no, no, no now listen no no no hold on hold on just fucking no no

fucking hold on just hold on hold on)

So now I don’t dream of anything

I just wait for it to turn up

It’s the atmosphere around here

It’s chopped me legs off, look

Made me lazy

Made me worry about the streets behind me

Trees like Triffids

No time

The grass is always greener

On the other side

Break on through

And end up in a posh cemetery in Paris

It’s not bad

You fucking…

Liveable shit (Was that any good?)

Liveable shit, you put up with it

Liveable shit, you put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it

You put up with it