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sleaford mods – tcr lyrics

[verse 1]
total control racing
i was supposed to be going out [?] cages
kids are all cool, aren’t they?
they don’t mess about
[?], chit-chat, [?], more nappies
then i manage to get out
the [?] whistled around my coat as i motioned up to the main road
the wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
it’s hard, innit, when you plan to do something
but at that moment you realize it’s not quite right
not really something you should be doing tonight
well before me a few h-llos, expectant mums with blokes that i know
the [?], three-fifty all-day ticket
but i knew deep down i wasn’t going to use it later

[chorus]
tcr
total control racing
tcr
total control racing
[verse 2]
i arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
people on the way out to talking
everyone still looks like ena sharples and ray reardon
people need to move on
that ’50s look can do one
elvis has definitely left the f-cking building
i got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
i ate the 5.8
i thought about it, i thought about his face when i asked if he had any rioja
he didn’t like it
don’t look at me like that
like you think i’m some wine tw-t
i like it
i sit in me house a lot
eventually you get an idea, little sh-t
go and listen to some f-cking garage punk, you pointy little t-t

[chorus]
tcr
total control racing
tcr
total control racing

[verse 3]
the sofa sank, i couldn’t relax
i felt cramped but luckily the table next to me got up and left
and apart from the eight empty pint gl-sses they left on the table
i thought it was the better bet, [?]
i ain’t slouching, i’m not a beatnik
although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
i ain’t going out, going out is for young people
i can’t sit an enjoy a drink, i want the lot
have you got any numbers?
and ho
w much has he got?
the trappings of luxury can’t save you from the nail-biting boredom of repet-tive brain injury
the injury of your useless mind stuck to the track
clinging onto years of that’s not yours that’s mine, give me it
total control racing, tcr
going round and round, under the bridges
[?] down, it’s all about technique
[?]
under five second flat
the tragedy of the male is f-cking man

[chorus]
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total control racing
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total control racing
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total control racing
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total control racing

[outro]
total control racing
total control racing


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