Lyrics Discourse - Sleaford Mods

Discourse

You can’t be bragging 'cause you said you made a load
A fry ups worth of when it came off the road
You’re nitty and you said you knocked out twenty-two
But I knew that wasn’t right 'cause I was watching you
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
They got you in the warehouse with a nail gun
And they all went through you slowly after snorting some
But even in the clear of hindsight we
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse
The petrol station meant that you got extra time
And the drivers would appreciate the quiet smile
The yellow and the red under a sheet of night
As I smoked in time with the generator’s eyes
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse
It’s all dirt on public canvas
Watch the kerb soak up this madness
There’s only one course: discourse
There’s only one course: discourse
It’s all dirt on public canvas
Watch the kerb soak up this madness
There’s only one course: discourse
There’s only one course: discourse
It’s all dirt on public canvas
Watch the kerb soak up this madness
There’s only one course: discourse
There’s only one course: discourse
It’s all dirt on public canvas
Watch the kerb soak up this madness
There’s only one course: discourse
There’s only one course: discourse