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sleaford mods – fat tax lyrics

fat tax… fat tax
fat tax… fat tax

where’s it going the signs ensnare
stain the road to nowhere, on a f+cking sh+t train
fax tax… on tap
they gonna pin you down on the f+cking fat map
no more shreddies, speed trap
pulling you over and checking ya fat
and shat, strange tw+t
the support had been playing for nearly two hours, they’re cr+p
all joke
i spent too f+cking long around the sh+t bag of coke
and railed up to the fence
rattlin’, main the pain, the chest is the sh+t habits name
autobahn straight up and down lanes

fat tax… fat tax
fat tax… fat tax

it’s a f+cking guide dog mate
we crushed the red tomato with that chalkman cake
snore, cat burglar, break into your house
eyes wide shut like maneater
but without the blood and daft paintings
weird sh+t with h+rns
two days up a tree perfect family
soundtrack ya life, one charger fits the lot
the queue for the pastries is always laced with no one
if i find out who the f+ck you are
i’ll spread you in terror from my f+cking terra jar
and i’ll rob ya shop like i did in the past
i don’t f+cking care about respect you tw+t
like some lad tw+t
like a sad shop c+nt lacing up trainers
no snorters, no starters, no life for you fat little c+nt
blend into the shadows into the bosom of the broadmarsh
walk away, it’s so plain, it’s tense
the fresh prince of bell end
fat tax… fat tax
fat tax… fat tax

pooh postman, the envelope of zest
the beast sleeps but believe me it needs heads
throw it in the microwave, express the mess
signed, sealed and disgusting
rustie lee, breakfast telly, tutting
if i play another venue covered in stickers
where everybody chain smokes… it’s so no+no
pixie fans in frank black land
who’s eaten all the pies you fat punk c+nt rocker
you alternative white chocolate mocha
expert the pit that is promotion
a sea of stickers, i don’t care, images
black and white punk stickers

fat tax… fat tax

- sleaford mods lyrics

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