Strike Force - Sleaford Mods

The corner wakes everbody up

Especially the 'me first' waitin' to jump

Midnight snipers

Prowlin' the shopping centre whilst it’s quiet

Whilst the flowerman sets up

Braggin' about the money he’s got

The petite bourgeoisie with his new van

An' fuckin plantin' pots

Brown plastic

The man always acts fantastic

Tesco Extra an a real bad cough

That stinks of microwaved rice with beef stroganoff

The struggle in words — swivel servant

The struggle in words — swivel servant

The war torn lino on the toilet floor

And the way the decorator’s mate blens it all in

We are caged

Tryin' to pick preferences out the unlucky bin

Strangers grunt and make a mess near the fuckin' sink

Tuck my shirt in

Shrunk from too much washin'

Twenty quid y’get what you give

An' I’m not talkin' 'bout that twat either

The wind blows on the favoured

Who managed to grease the eager machine

Eager beaver

The struggle in words — civil servant

The struggle in words — swivel servant

Adjust my tie, I hate this lie

The struggle in words — swivel servant

I can’t see it

Ranges from «Pick you nose and do something else»

To «I just can’t fuckin' believe it»

Can’t you like it or can’t you like it

The Club of Rome holds two grapes

And they belong to me mate

I got the option to cycle and get fit

Get the bus

Taxi

Walk it

Roundabouts

Cogs

Blocked

Audi T4

Some twat on a fix

Everybody looks like they got it

The strugglin' words — swivel servant

The strugglin' words — swivel servant

Adjust my tie — I hate this lie

The strugglin' words — swivel servant

Adjust my tie — I hate this lie

Adjust my tie — I hate this lie

Adjust my tie — I hate this lie

The strugglin' words

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