Under the Plastic and N.C.T. (Explicit)-Sleaford Mods

Under the Plastic and N.C.T. (Explicit)

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时间:2014-11-24

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Under the Plastic and N.C.T. (Explicit) - Sleaford Mods

Under the Plastic and N C T bullets

Ryvita

Ryvita

Crap black pepper

Comrades pick up your arms

The long arm of the law is indeed in charge

I won't talk to nice people if they look rich

I know it's not on mate

I'm such a f**king b**ch

Surfing comments

Looking at the likes

Whilst coppers chace bandits through the top valley skies

To disagree on social networking sites

It's to kill the counter culture

The overtones have died

We pander to the camera

And we want to be observed

We don't get what we asked for

We get what we deserve

Stale fags hang on my clothes like indie band badges

As I remember last night

Ignoring people I don't like

Trying to buy a pint

What does it matter

What if I rot inside

A care home with 8 of the bastards

Immobile with crap banter

Oh look there's Jake we're here

Give us a tinkle on the link Joanna mate

Under the plastic and N C T

Under the general weight of it all

Existing possible visions of you

It's one of them enit

Divide and exit

Let's f**king bin it

Ryvita existance

A pointless opposition

To the fat of pointless state resistance

And the state is no longer your voice

The mechanics hyjacked by the

Lines in false choice

It's a false f**king choice

Tied up in death I hate the terror

The terrible fear

As life knifes you as it screams

You've got f**k all left

Under the plastic and N C T

Under the general weight of it all

Existing possible visions of you

People might be in groups willingly

Let 'em get on with it

You can't expect people to listen to your f**king mouth

Just because you don't beleive in it

Thousands of Saturday night lager belly's punching the air

Denouncing the value of somebody else's flag

Whilst vicously believing in theirs

F**king useless

This well trodden street

Vauge notions about the so called 'elite'

And that mole spit trench bridge chaos

It's not really is it

Cardboard heavies

Drones to the delusions of the never never land

Where the 'cross reads out the orders

Don't let the mechanics of beer trick you into thinking

You are some kind of warrior eating barbed wire

On the wave of violent disorder

3 words cage wheel hapster

Ere is a bit of cheese

Nibble the bastard

Under the plastic and N C T

Under the general weight of it all

Existing possible visions of love

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