Policy Cream - Sleaford Mods

Sit down!

Just shut up!

I’ll talk

No, you just sit down

I’ll talk!

Can I come back next time dressed in shite

And take my place on the land scapes eyes

It’s the rest who push the policy dream

Of fixing life with policy cream

Voice your thoughts near big black gates

On dead old roads near bricks and grey

To the sound of nothing as it breaks the spell

There’s no witchcraft here, it’s just fucking hell

We’re in the makings of another hole

Where we all get the chance to climb on again

It’s just the makings of another hole

That will turn on us all eventually

Yeah, I got a roadworks pose even though I’m free

I mean I can’t really moan because you’ll have a go at me

So stupid ain’t we?

We’re liked pumped up meat

Wet and fried and thick to the slice

I got no flies on me, I’m like shit that’s white

The kind that you tell your kids to pick up if they like

I got two brown bins, should I only have one?

But what the council don’t know won’t hurt them

We’re in the makings of another hole

Where we all get the chance to climb on again

It’s just the makings of another hole

That will turn on us all eventually

We’re in the makings of another hole

Where we all get the chance to climb on again

It’s just the makings of another hole

That will turn on us all eventually

It’s gonna turn on us all

And bring us round, round, round

Take us back to the top

And drag us down, down, down

Gonna turn on us all

And bring us round, round, round

Take us back to the top

And drag us down, down, down

It’s gonna turn on us all

And bring us round, round, round

Take us back to the top

And drag us down, down, down

Gonna turn on us all

And bring us round, round, round

Take us back to the top

And drag us down, down, down