Sleaford Mods - Top Room lyrics

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Sleaford Mods - Top Room lyrics

All them skills, all that sewing, all that mekin Marks and Spencer's knickers Yea. I didn't mean anything anymore and I wasn't scared of worrying. fu*k that all When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain't got one Online food and distancing. I felt like sh*t Well it come so quick and all the frustration and the no sleep sh*t I think I want something to come out of my phone that ain't there Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Uneventful, fu*k your pledge Sod this philosophical take on where's your head Where's mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you Eyeing cars 70 miles an hour across a car park, what the fu*k for? I feel less able to make the effort but I can't be fu*kin arsed all I see is a desert Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind, surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me back Oh balls you, and Illicit The scope of my language is very big, it's safe to say I'm not very good at it Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams All perfect, direct, like she's just had an hoover out to her teeth n neck Transatlantic, he's the same, you gotta be really sh*t to come into the game Trash tatters smash you claw it, 3 to 400 years left of this capitalist orgy Change the room, let's see if we can hold the climax by switching up the fu*king mood Hoover hoover, it's like you'd paid if someone told you needed a new computer Coz I don't fu*kin know anything about em Silly country, I'm a c*nt, get me wallet out? Of course sir, how much do you fu*kin want? Plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors, kettle on and common decencies optional course Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me These roads are now the silence in no memory Oh fu*k this Oh send me back I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and look I need I call I fill my bag and look I fill my bag and walk I fill my bag and walk out

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