Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuddly, artist - Sleaford Mods. Album song English Tapas, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Cuddly |
I had an organic chicken it was shit |
As the day played out in the evenings pit |
Homeowner man, I’m a family guy |
Brex-City roller we do and still die |
Less than zero, flat in the head |
Lobbing up drugs to get out of us heads |
Every fucking week there’s another Black Death |
Another old man in a robe and that, yeah bleak |
Dale Winton, Supermarket Sweep |
Feudals got a game too. |
it ain’t as bad |
There’s a bigger prize and it’s called land grab |
Have that, oh ta, I think I’ll call myself |
Lord Bastard of Sir Bast dar dar |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear |
Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares |
Hanging out the back, of the monied few |
Lifeless tears for the attentive few |
And all at once we will realise |
It will happen suddenly |
You ain’t fucking cuddly |
A life sentence down, LOL, what next? |
Exorcist puke on my chatty vest |
The score of the street past the shops rotting meat |
The death of the customer, no meet, no greet |
No half time, a full 90 minutes |
Screaming shit all the time, shit players |
Hair transplants, Leo Sayers |
What does million quid a week bring |
When your brain can’t tell your legs to kick the fucking thing? |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear |
Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares |
Hanging out the back, of the monied few |
Lifeless tears for the attentive few |
And all at once we will realise |
It will happen suddenly |
You ain’t fucking cuddly |
Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked |
At iPhone level, no joke |
I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed |
On the used 10 pound note’s Coke, no joke |
Overground and the sites don’t encourage good learning |
My fingers drop shit |
Finger nails are curling |
They’re fucking gurning |
Lob gob, this is our tree but there’s no chance |
Of reaching the tree top or what |
Probably not, as the case may be |
Luck is charm, a bracelets arm |
Snatching itself back from the wrong palm |
Luck is charm, a bracelets arm |
Snatching itself back from the wrong palm |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground |
Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear |
Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares |
Hanging out the back, of the monied few |
Lifeless tears for the attentive few |
And all at once we will realise |
It will happen suddenly |
You ain’t that fucking cuddly |
(It will happen suddenly |
You ain’t that fucking cuddly |
It will happen suddenly |
You ain’t that fucking cuddly) |