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sleaford mods – out there كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
out there
i run my fingers through my hair
i wanna tell the bloke that’s drinking near the shop
that it ain’t the foreigners and it ain’t the f_ckin cov
but he don’t care

[verse 1]
i take up the right, left view and the road in front too
and make up my mind, slide past you
there’s always animals singing on everyday
no cars to drown the noise of this, yea
just queues for the clinic and 6ft conversation
i don’t wanna talk, innit
i don’t wanna talk to you, you c_nt
you boring f_cking c_nt
looked grim
then all of a sudden i didn’t give a sh_t about it and just became in
got in with it, didn’t touch anything
just stared into a cold month with no people near it
i got stunnеd but the ivy grew back nice on my back wall undеr that sun like, who was it?
necking soft drinks in a sydney bar was just really good, won’t it?
planes flying dead low
so warm and people taking sh_t on mandy
not me though
[chorus]
out there
i run my fingers through my hair
i wanna tell the bloke that’s drinking near the shop
that it ain’t the foreigners and it ain’t the f_ckin cov
but he don’t care

[verse 2]
why’s this c_nt got police protection?
he wasn’t even running in the last election
i bet his partner at night sez things like
“it’s all for the good of your ideas”
putting milk in the bowls of his children’s inevitable tears every morning
insane
watch ’em get depressed under the lockdown stress
little slap headed c_nt, get brexit punched
let’s get brexit f_cked by an horse’s p_n_s until its misery splits
ugly rich white men get sh_gged by it
squeak
north london suburbs carry the pain in the bricks, religion and wheat
mp’s popping up like newly planted council trees
squeak squeak

[chorus]
out there
i run my fingers through my hair
i wanna tell the bloke that’s drinking near the shop
that it ain’t the foreigners and it ain’t the f_ckin cov
but he don’t care
[verse 3]
benches with rip badges under swaying trees that kiss the energy damaged
people underneath, same old same old, dug outs and old walks, footings
oh f_ck, story’s about the origins of buildings, slight hills, panic behind the tills
rumble rumble, get the hot weather and some f_cker got a beer or two
old firm hands unemployed, loitering
you just get f_cking annoyed like, what?
drop kick ya silly b_st_rds in my dreams that’s about ya lot
mumble mumble, dragging out slight hills, more panic behind the tills

[chorus]
out there
i run my fingers through my hair
i wanna tell the bloke that’s drinking near the shop
that it ain’t the foreigners and it ain’t the f_ckin cov
but he don’t care

[outro]
panic behind the tills
panic behind the tills
panic behind the tills
panic behind the tills

- sleaford mods

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