letra de in quiet streets - sleaford mods
[verse 1]
weaning it on my angle, you f-cking satanist
its not a pentangle, arthur
no druids, out of date barrel fluids
i go large for a pound and regret it
greasy, a sharp contrast from my newly adopted organic nice mate
easy variety is the lie of life, no lonely hearts club
just a lonely collection of moose-face b-st-rds
miliband got hit with the ugly stick, not that it matters
the chirping c-nt obviously wants the country in tatters
they all do, two arms, two legs, f-ck you
f-ck you all, we don’t want radio play
we’re not f-cking cannon and ball
smashed houses, super farts
ta, ra, ta, ra, la, la, la, shit trousers
[chorus]
that’s the angle
that’s the angle
[verse 2]
wobbly chops, wobble at you
firm men snot the chop, i’ll dob ya
arthur, side car mayhem
cold streets, the hum of the traffic lights
pedal bikes, do what you want, ya what nat?
have it dom, i can’t eat any more bought in cakes
that taste like koala waste
eucalyptus, you can f-ck off
i pick blackberries near the old contact centre
the smell of late summer in spring, we step, they stop
advancement is only regarded as a good day in the money shop
cheques got cashed, nowhere money in nowhere land
[chorus]
that’s the angle
that’s the angle
that’s the angle
[verse 3]
donors are peers, hey
but in the old days you had to lead a group of men up a hill
and got ’em shot by the locals mate
not now, now money murders
we put our souls in nursery for the day
pick ’em up after work, take ’em home
try ‘n get ’em in bed tucked up before 10 o’clock
good drones, organic, the new church donation .org
the virtual soap box in the park
you got a mouthful, justify the nouce, spit ya venom
the rulers don’t care it’s still the 70’s
and they laugh at our ugly double denim
we are the wooden horses on wooden race courses at fairs
the top prize is damaged organs and n-body cares
death before your contact extension, puke on you
they will -ssist in matters that don’t f-cking interest you
[interlude]
keep it going
[verse 4]
mumbling procedure over the phone into ears that are having a seizure
the seizure isn’t actually a physical crack
it’s your body trying to take itself back
from rules, rules on mules in backpacks
over mountains that only exist in your mind trap
crevice, green bins terrace, steak club tuesday
guest ales called mother of ruby, five point eight
i ruined my first pint of abbott getting two of those f-cking things in mate
battered in a blanket of cheap meat, tweet
i been on line since 2006
my login is jason-wants-to-know-why-he-can’t-f-ckin’-log-in-keith
back office it, p-ss it on
f-ck ’em, they can sort the problem
[outro]
the angles right, it’s ‘ere tonight
basement revs my dreams
of bitter minds on seats with pints
in quiet streets
the angles right, it’s ‘ere tonight
basement revs my dreams
of bitter minds on seats with pints
in quiet streets
in quiet streets
in quiet streets
in quiet
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