Liveable Shit Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

So I got in this morning, and walked, oh shit
Bur, bur, though, just keep it going

So I got in this morning, and I went to the loo
And he walked out the cubicle, and it fucking stunk
Every morning, I get it, and it′s the same time, same trap, same stink
And it glides through the air, by the time it hit ya
It's been pacified by ten yards of fresh air

Liveable shit, you put up with it
Liveable shit, you put up with it

And the gnarly fucking arseholes that gather
No balls to do anything apart from slither
Mixed in with knowledge and no localism
Just fake accents knicked from someone posh they might have met
In Shoreditch

A vegetarian vet, Lou fucking Reed, whoever
G.G. fucking Allen
Gestures of violence to anybody that can′t see or hear them
That kind of prick, that kind of shit

Liveable shit


Like three months of rain, nobody likes a fucking Tory reign
The Prime Minister's face hanging in the clouds like Gary Oldman's Dracula
As Keanu Reeves drove up to the fucking castle
Laughing really badly, relentless
Like the gears on a bus if you′re sat at the back
Next to a noisy twat
St. George′s flag twat

Liveable shit
Liveable shit, you put up with it
Liveable shit, you put up with it
You put up with it, you put up with it
You put up with it, you put up with it

No, no, no, no now listen, no, no, no hold on, no, no, hold on, hold on, no, no
Fucking, no, no, fucking hold on, hold on

So now I don't dream of anything, I just wait for it to turn up
It′s the atmosphere around here
It's chopped me legs off, look
Made me lazy
Made me worry about the streets behind me

Trees like Triffids
No time
The grass is always greener on the other side
Break on through
And end up in a posh cemetery in Paris
It′s not bad, you fucking-


Liveable shit (was that any good?)
Liveable shit, you put up with it
Liveable shit, you put up with it
You put up with it, you put up with it
You put up with it, you put up with it
You put up with it