Reef of Grief - Sleaford Mods

The old walls and the silence in me

The way you scream and you bawl at whatever you did

It’s never pleasant to show

But always pleasant in the chapters you flick through

And get through there’s one and there’s two

The orange fences blind me

The whirr of the cars and the rhythm of the street

The rain is always on show

It’s ever-present as the skyline wants to choke

All this hope, it’s lost, let’s not joke

Wants to soak, all this hope, it’s lost, lets not joke

I bought some flowers ya see

I placed 'em on the table and got down on one knee

But what you want you don’t get

It’s probably better if we never hold this reef of much grief

And lead the street march from deceit

Hold this reef of our grief and lead the street march from belief

The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief

Street march deceit

The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief

Street march deceit

Deceit

I got it canned near the Ibis Hotel

Up the road from the ruins of the Roman cartel

Sun beat down I tried to match it

Ya match don’t light then try and scratch it

Sun beat down I tried to match it

Ya match don’t light then try and scratch it

Scratch it up left, mess it up right

Do the fucking fox-trot anything ya like

Anything ya like, anything ya like

Anything ya like, anything ya like

The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief

Street march deceit

The reef of grief, the reef of grief, the reef of grief

Street march deceit

Deceit, deceit, deceit

Robbin' bastard