Lyrics Flipside - Sleaford Mods

Flipside

Flipside speaks
It’s a banner for the TV picks
Ya get the ready daytime sheets
And the answers blow a horn beep beep
Flipside speaks
Higher living is a cotton sheet
I get Egyptian ones and kiwi sweets
She wants some weed
It’s got to be good stuff, worthwhile
Graham Coxon looks like a left-wing Boris Johnson
The fields are breathing in
It’s a world that you see
Slim to breathe in
Don’t splat cheat myths
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
Flipside speaks
It’s the Hammer of the Gods, my arse
More like the bloke insists on playing
Lots of awful music in the artist park
Flipside speaks
It’s got the UK subs thrown out their room
For snakes to put lemon tea
On the stage while we
Was on there too
Flipside speaks
If you think about it, it’s quite bleak
The faculties ain’t what they seem
Them blouses went and the denim jeans well
Don’t splat cheat myths
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
(Flipside, flipside)
(Flipside)
Flipside speaks
It’s a tackle on the pitch, fuck off
I can’t believe he’s come for Seafood Mods
Little style biters hiding behind virtue staples
Only use, be less disco
On the round table
Weigh less, pay less
Take this crook, this crook
Let the music, jocks my shit up
Flipside speaks
It’s a banner for the TV picks
Ya get the ready daytime sheets
And the answers blow a horn beep beep
Well just
Don’t splat cheat myths
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
Don’t splat cheap shit
Make sense of what
Make sense of what
Make sense of what
Make sense of what
Make sense of what