| Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm
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| Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm
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| Celebrities are flocking
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| My real mates are dropping
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| The English way:
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| If you look like y’winning they fuck ya mate
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| Winning what?
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| I got a fruit machine wi' chewy on the slot
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| I’m knocking back nicotine beans
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| My fingertips tingle — official… or non-official
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| I just wanna send the fucking email
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| Blog maggot, YouTube twat
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| If I ever meet the cunt I’ll bite his fucking head flat
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| Blog maggot
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| This is why the force is strong with a Tory
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| No blonde moments, no-ones shite
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| We are just tricked into dislike
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| Headcase men — dead men — war
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| Ed Sheeran selling fast — best album marketing farce
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| On You
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| We are John Rocha — we are all John Rocha
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| Used to be fendi trendy — faintly trendy
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| Now nobody gives a tosser
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| All of this death — everyone’s deaf — all of the death
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| William S. Burroughs can tell him Seth
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| It’s all this death, who ever
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| On your Facebook feed poster
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| Philosophical wanker
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| All this death
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| We are all half-cut — half-dead — hard to swallow
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| Night trainers on me
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| I can’t sing about anarchy in all this death
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| You, multiple images, magazine men
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| I’m buff like a tent, smoking a peg men
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| Guts like a stink pipe sink pipe
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| Bits of bean juice washing-up sleep then death
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| All this death
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| All this death
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| All this death
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| All this fucking death
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| Blog maggot
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| Promenade voting jacket
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| Silver bullet polo hacket
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| Golden stitch don’t ya skinnage
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| No, I’m minted mate
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| Geronimo, tally-ho, bombs away Derek
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| Don’t sound quite the same
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| They’ve all got shit Eighties mahogany wood names
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| Like fat cigars in sunburnt boxes
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| Lord Loxley Cobhead in Union Jack wasits
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| Robin Thicke — thick as fuck
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| The trendy sex heads are all thick as fuck
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| That cunt with the big hat
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| He’s as thick as fuck
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| That cunt who gave drugs up
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| But still writes tunes that celebrate 'em
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| He’s as thick as fuck
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| Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm
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| Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm
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| People can do what they want — no they can’t
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| Y’can’t keep kissing that cunt behind reception
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| It’s work you twat
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| And not a flashy love bite convention
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| Moaning like a poor cunt
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| Like a shriveled bitter wanker
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| A stomach full of Gold Blend trousers
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| Like Jo Fucking Fox’s
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| New 30 mile speed limit enforce
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| Speed camera pensioners on Harleys, yeah course
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| Y’reap the Tudor piglets of picturesque hamlets
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| Park outside some cunt’s house
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| Toggy pocket
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| He’s the gaffer
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| Selwyn Froggitt
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| I flog parrots to them Grantham lads
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| Do a little Leonard one-skinner
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| It’s not that y’can handle it
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| It’s just that you don’t want to fucking talk about it
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| Pepper on chips
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| I can yam five filet of fish easy
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| The idea is you gotta go around the bend
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| And not into it
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| Key markets, Fine fare, Fine trade
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| Chris Martin nightmare
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| Nightmare n-n-n-nn-nn
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| Nightmare n-n-n-nn-nn
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blog Maggot , by - Sleaford Mods. Song from the album All That Glue, in the genre Панк