Lyrics Cuddly Sleaford Mods

Cuddly

I had an organic chicken it was shit
As the day played out In the evenings pit
Homeowner man i'm a family guy
Brexcity roller we do and still die
Less than zero, flat in the head
Lobbin' up drugs to get out of us heads
Every Fucking week there's another Black Death, another old man in a robe n that, yea bleak, dale winton super market sweep, feudals got a game too it ain't as bad, there's a bigger prize and it's called fucking land grab, have that, oh tar, I think I'll call myself Lord bastard of sir bast dar dar

Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground
Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground

Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
Sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
Hanging out the back of the monied few
Lifeless tears for the attentive few
And all at once we will realize
It will happen suddenly you ain't fuckin' cuddly

A life sentence down Lol, what nextà
Exorcist puke On my chatty vest
The score of the street past the shops rotting meat the death of the customer, no meet, no greet, no half time, a full 90 minutes screaming shit all the time, shit players, hair transplants, Leo Sayers, what does million quid a week bring when ya brain can't tell ya legs to kick the fuckin' thing

Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground
Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground

Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
Sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
Hanging out the back of the monied few
Lifeless tears for the attentive few
And all at once we will realize
It will happen suddenly you ain't fuckin' cuddly

Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked
At i
Phone level, no joke
I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed on the used 10 pound notes Coke, no joke
Over ground and the sites don't encourage good learning, my fingers drop shit, finger nails are curling they're fucking gurning
Lob gob, this is our tree but there's no chance of reaching the tree top-or what, probably not, as the case may be, luck is charm, a bracelets arm snatching itself back from the wrong palm x2

Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground
Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground
Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
Sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
Hanging out the back of the monied few
Lifeless tears for the attentive few
And all at once we will realize
It will happen suddenly you ain't fuckin' cuddly