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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
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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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