Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cunt Make It Up, artist - Sleaford Mods. Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cunt Make It Up |
| You cunt make it up |
| Select deep roads channeled, iced gems but code |
| What do you buy a ticket for you twat? |
| You tried to make a point out of what? |
| You sack |
| I saw ya fucking shit singer |
| Trying to look like he was studying the bands dinner |
| Wannabes never change, it’s the wannabe show |
| And you always wanna be the same, posy shit |
| And leather jacket, motorbikes from the 50's |
| You live in Carlton you twat |
| You’re not Snake fucking Plissken |
| Circus band, ran by circus man |
| Ran by, no understanding of what it means to write these tunes |
| On the highway of fucking artistry |
| You’re shit, ya look like Rocket from the Crypt |
| Meets an old codger with one leg, sat in his prefab |
| Hating men, hating the state that sent the poor cunt to war mate |
| You’re him, you’re fucking bleak little worm |
| Tryna suck the juice out of a tuna tins |
| You cunt make it up |
| More green chops, curdle the gravy |
| Get ya plate in order |
| No locker, no Davy |
| A pint and grunt, we won’t win with a pint and a grunt |
| You just gotta look at the horse faced cunt |
| Am I bring unintelligent? |
| I don’t care |
| Its a war you bastards, slash and despair |
| Flush 'em out there, ground the family |
| The servants scream in delight |
| Tyre, tyre, ya wheels on fire |
| I’m gonna put a wrestling mask on and stand in front of a mixer |
| And start hitting it with a ding dong |
| Resort to gimmick, write for the… |
| And live on me own in a knackered cottage in Limerick |
| Kate Bush did it, she’s great |
| Music for people with a bit of extra money, mate |
| I’m fighting off comedy mods, Les Dawson sods |
| You cunt make it up |
| More green chops, curdle the gravy |
| Get ya plate in order |
| No locker, no Davy |
| You cunt make it up |
| You cunt make it up |
| More green chops, curdle the gravy |
| Get ya plate in order |
| No locker, no Davy |
| You cunt make it up |
| You cunt make it up |
| You cunt make it up |