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sleaford mods – i don’t wanna disco or two lyrics

[sample]
from a very large number of computer rounds
making various -ssumptions
a-adopting various maxima and minima
there is in fact a terrible forecast
of a breakdown of world society
in the first decades of the next century

[intro]

buh

the entertainment for the night
watching a toilet swimming in p-ss
who’s gonna tip it over the edge?
you get a prize for it

people ripped to shreds by the whip of exploitation
are deadened, bleeding
you failed in expectation
i walk around looking at all the toerags with no money
which one’s gonna pop me?
break into the house
nick the microwave
stab me in the throat
use my aftershave
old spice f-cker
mediocre
mediocre
mediocre, yeah, mate
i’m gonna blade you
f-ck the maze
first blood
i put a bit of wet dog sh-t in your un-
drugged t-ts
scaly faced boozed pr-cks
no experience equals no deliverance
i’m gonna tip yer canoe
copious b-ll-cks
we wanna get high
and we wanna get loaded
and then we’re gonna cry
and moan about the f-cker

i don’t wanna disco or two
i don’t wanna disco or two

world interiors
and balti restaurants
five [?] food and wine
eight pound on two pints
i got a f-g off the barman
moody friday
stop trying to show off
it doesn’t matter where i got my coat from mate
you what?
look…
just f-ck off!
rain stain callous
i want a pint and fight
i don’t want to improve my f-cking life for you
you make more money out of my existence than i do
i dodge the small towners
the music scene ‘think they are’s’
sh-t bands
you’re all w-nkers
grinderman bores
white funk snores (-snore-)
good relationships with the industry donkeys and live down south
talent forecasts
shut yer mouth!

i don’t wanna disco or two
i don’t wanna disco or two

pukka pies
meal deal with a drink
five ninety-nine
pot-bellied promoters
cheap coasters
i can’t get the f-cking stain off
you know the song’s sh-t
i like it
so what?
that’s why i f-cking wrote it
blasé
make yer cleg nuts fight the loo roll, mate
‘hey hey hey’ fever
pete wiley dog sh-t
singer turner djs
f-cking nonsense
just a quick quid
useless like rick pete
slow death in stone island
alcohol
down the f-cking orange tree
strawberry fields forever
f-cking, what dog sh-t
christmas log
jog on
mystical face tw-t headlines
look at the wis-m-n sing
i’m flash
here’s the ball
i beat your f-cking soldiers up ming

i don’t wanna disco or two
i don’t wanna disco or two
i don’t wanna disco or two
i don’t wanna disco or two

[outro]

- sleaford mods lyrics

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