Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face To Faces, artist - Sleaford Mods. Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Face To Faces |
| Free money, mate. |
| just fill in the form and if you can’t then I can help you |
| Put yourself in the queue and I’ll come out to you |
| Job rocker, no sweat, passport, National Insurance document |
| Is it right to analyze in a general sense the capital machine |
| Its workings and what they mean? |
| Passive articles on political debate |
| Its implications are fucking meaningless, mate |
| Really, we get a hole, fill it up, make it bigger |
| After about a fucking year throw you back in |
| This is the nature of everything alive |
| Kill yourself trying to crawl out the dive |
| Everyone spits at you, even your wife |
| No skunk, I need to be pissed up to smoke that shit |
| You cunt |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces, alive |
| Face to faces |
| New build, new bricks |
| New methods, old tricks |
| Enchantment on the high seas |
| Nick Clegg wants another chance, really? |
| This daylight robbery is now so fucking hateful |
| It’s accepted by the vast majority |
| In chains years from now |
| Who’s that tit? |
| Don’t matter who that tit is |
| He’s still with us |
| In our arses, in our food, in our brains and in our death |
| In our failure to grab hold of what fucking little we have left |
| We have lost the sight and in the loss of sight |
| We have lost our fucking minds, alright |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces, alive |
| Face to faces |
| Dead in the air, choking on work air |
| It’s now accepted to fill your role with illness |
| It’s accepted, no vetting |
| No roles overlooked in times of outside circumstances |
| The ventilation is laced with hopeful sycophants |
| On a cash promise dicing with the death of dead promise |
| Boris on a bike, quick, knock the cunt over |
| The man of the people is now a man with no temples |
| Blood falls out of his head like policy |
| In the fucking U-turn department |
| The ark carries the rich, each room reserved for the niblet |
| Lords of the acre, owners and fucking piss-takers |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces, alive |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces |
| Face to faces, alive |
| Face to faces, alive |
| Face to faces |