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sleaford mods - the mod that fell to earth lyrics

[intro]
h+llo!
i’m the minimum wage fairy
and i’m here to tell you a story about the lonely gingerbread man
the lonely gingerbread man flies high in the sky
with only hatred as the apple in his eyes
a hatred so severe it rots him to the bone
“why do i always get a f+cking deck chair?
why can’t i have a throne?”
now, now, mr. gingerbread man, don’t you cry
why have a throne down here?
you have one in the sky…
uk dogs!

[chorus]
what ya havin’ an ep launch for?
useless pr+ck
i donе three albums in eight months
i don’t f+ckin’ brag about it

[verse 1]
i f+ckin’ shop old coffee, eat dry porridge
and sh+t on thе street
i got a high metabolism
i sh+t about eighty five times a week
i loop guitars
’cause this is life in bars on mars
the mod that fell to earth
well, it was a f+cking case of having to, weren’t it?
jason tommy williamson
has put the mug back into mod
and it’s free of charge
for all you zombies to listen to
mod is once again a definite
and vital english invention
i’ve reinvented the code of dress
and i’ve reinvented the f+cking groove, thank you
now if you’ll kindly let me and my family live in peace
please respect our privacy as valid f+cking human beings
[chorus]
what ya havin’ an ep launch for?
useless pr+ck
i done three albums in eight months
i don’t f+ckin’ brag about it

[verse 2]
i lied that bird down in the fleece with the big eyes
the one with the scarlet hair
can i have two pints of carling, please? one for yourself, mate
and do you fancy a drink sometime? “yeah!”
i got a big c+ck, it’s a bl++dy python
take a&e a year to f+cking siphon the s+m+n outta ya
birds walkin’ around lookin’ like a f+ckin’ fish finger
finger ya, splitter, bird’s eye mascot
don’t want a lot, do ya? not really
sick of these rock ‘n’ roll bores
“i gave my life to rock ‘n’ roll”? you’re a liar!
you drive ’round in a range rover, don’t ya?
splitter, splitters
i got mates who were raped by their mums, dads, brothers, and sisters
they don’t give a sh+t, just get on with it
few drugs at the weekend and sh+t, just get on with it
“i gave my life to rock ‘n’ roll”? you’re a liar!
your bum’s on fire, liar!
get back in ya f+cking range rover
[chorus]
what ya havin’ an ep launch for?
ya clueless pr+ck
i done three albums in eight months
i don’t f+ckin’ brag about it

[verse 3]
i slave away on a king’s cross night train
insane in the brain
i drank so much i can’t even remember
throwing my guts up outside the massage parlor
fifteen pound entry fee, choice of nine girls
i just grabbed hold of the nearest f+cking one
nicely a lass, nice heels on
i’m not allowed to kiss her, but i’m allowed to f+ck her up the sh+tter
lonely sh+tters, lonely east london sh+tters
i want some company, not a f+cking rape victim
lemme kiss ya! “what?”
lemme kiss ya! “what?”
lemme kiss ya!
yeah, f+cking… f+ck off then!

[chorus]
what ya havin’ an ep launch for?
useless pr+ck
i done three albums in eight months
i don’t f+ckin’ brag about it
[verse 4]
the four dots, all coppers are b+st+rds
don’t talk f+cking wet!
i’d much rather get fined eighty pound for p+ssing on the street
than have a complete state of f+cking chaos and sh+t
people need controlling, most people are f+cking thick
people need telling what to do
that’s why lily allen’s so big, fat b+tch
fat f+cking b+tch

[outro]
fat f+cking b+tch
fat f+cking b+tch
fat f+cking b+tch
fat f+cking b+tch

- sleaford mods lyrics

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