Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dull , by - Sleaford Mods. Song from the album English Tapas, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Dull |
| It’s all dull |
| Shadowed sentence |
| As you look out |
| Curbs, road paint, murder mile |
| You better look out |
| Across the routines |
| In town then out |
| The flow of day shifts give way to nights |
| Time and half |
| Four days on, seven off |
| Work like fuck, top off |
| No good news is all it is |
| Few perks, try and live your life |
| Fucking go berserk |
| We are the cheap flights |
| Looking at the Ferrari |
| On show in duty-free |
| Choice of two hundred cars tickets |
| From three pound fifty |
| Bag of fags, fry ups |
| Falling out our rumbling cracks |
| But not me |
| I’m sick of the fat soaked farm eggs kid, mate, gluten free |
| Try scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing |
| I’ll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face |
| Honestly, just fucking try it, mate |
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| Jump sticks roll around my hand |
| Big screen airport stand |
| Four flights, two-hour journey |
| Feet feel cold mate |
| Big fat Bernies |
| Bernie Winters, roll neck splinters |
| Schnorbitz on the pull |
| He’s got his chappy out |
| Rescue dogs ain’t fucking dull |
| Like you, like me |
| Let’s do star jumps with white teeth |
| Moosey, no fee |
| We don’t sell our souls anymore, give it away for free |
| «Please Please Me» |
| Dead bingo |
| Brexit loves that fucking Ringo |
| Safe bet, all the oldies vote for death |
| Strap down, watch them, and strike fast |
| Why not? |
| They wanna kill people who ain’t got a lot? |
| No switch theme, we should take the house and fuck 'em |
| Why not? |
| They wanna kill people who ain’t got a lot |
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| Timeline’s in the bin |
| All this fucking expert knowledge |
| Slating the big guns |
| Getting em locked up like Porridge |
| On your keyboard, Evil Knievel |
| How to win pens and scribble on people |
| Essence of life, little worms and light up when you look at the sky |
| Constellation, masturbation |
| But that wasn’t said by me |
| I don’t fumble in my jungle |
| I’m wanking free, born free |
| Free’s not right, that’s not good |
| Spend your life on fucking PornHub |
| Black and orange, what’d you say? |
| Sexy this and what a farce |
| The reality of pinching too much arse |
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