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Sleaford Mods
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Under the Plastic and N.C.T.
Crap black pepper Comrades pick up your arms, the long arm of the law is indeed in charge I won't talk to nice people if they look rich I know it's not on mate, I'm such a fucking bitch! Surfing comments, looking at the likes Whilst coppers chace bandits through the top valley skies to disagree on social networking sites it's to kill the counter culture, the overtones have died we pander to the camera and we want to be observed we don't get what we asked for, we get what we deserve, stale fags hang on my clothes like indie band badges as i remember last night ignoring people I don't like trying to buy a pint what does it matter? What if I rot inside? A care home with 8 of the bastards immobile with crap banter 'Oh look there's jake, we're here!' give us a tinkle on the Joanna mate! Under the plastic and N.C.T. of Under the general weight of it all existing possible visions of you, it's one of them enit? Divide and exit let's fucking bin it Ryvita existance a pointless opposition to the fat of pointless state resistance and the state is no longer your voice Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com the mechanics hyjacked by the lines in false choice, it's a false fucking choice tied up in death, I hate the terror the terrible fear as life knifes you as it screams 'You've got fuck all left' Under the plastic and N.C.T. of Under the general weight of it all existing possible visions of you, people might be in groups willingly let 'em get on with it you can't expect people to listen to your fucking mouth just because you don't beleive in it thousands of saturday night lager belly's punching the air denouncing the value of someone else's flag whilst vicously believing in theirs Fucking useless! This well trodden street, vauge notions about the so-called 'elite' and that mole spit trench bridge chaos It's not really is it? Cardboard heavies drones to the delusions of the never never land where the cross reads out the orders don't let the mechanics of beer trick you into thinking you are some kind of warrior eating barbed wire on the wave of violent disorder 3 words: Cage, wheel, hapster 'ere is a bit of cheese Nibble the bastard! Under the plastic and N.C.T. of Under the general weight of it all existing possible visions of Love.
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