Dull Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

Dull
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 car tickets
From three pound fifty
Bag of fags, fry up
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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