Smithy Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

PX CD
SS looks like SS without the line leather
Wallpaper in the lift, I still buy your shirt
Through the eye of a needle, the red blood of history
At your disposal, high heels, Evel Knievel
A picture of Keef lookin′ like a twat
Who cares about rock stars anymore?

Big leather chairs and panelled walls in Tudor flats
It gave birth to a million street alcoholics that you ignore
Ooh, I need a D-string from the guitar store
I'm turnin′ over a new leaf
There's no drugs left on this one
Plastic belly, ooh, my God, sheriff


Opinionated trainees
You've had ya 15 minutes on Facebook
Where the garden of splendour fell all over ya
You loved it, print the A4 page
Print the A4 page, fuck off

Sir Paul, you can find B-inspiration in everything
The recyclable black bins bags of dog shit
Angels sing

New bragues, do a selfie
Quick, do it in the design office
This place looks sick, better than your own house
Anything′s better than ya own house
The lamp in Sneino is better than your own house
Get a quick giggle out of the unfortunate drinking holes of the lower classes

It′s muggins after ten by the angry underclasses
What you got? Nothin'
Don′t look like it, Oi, what you got? Nothin'
It don′t look like it
Stuck on repeat with a broken nose and robbery
Be straight


Sir Paul, you can find B-inspiration in everything
The recyclable black bins bags of dog shit
Angels sing