The Demon Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

Tash and Kalash war men shout their gob off
Big smoke fatigues, arsed
You fuckers raise the town to the ground
It′s all bollocks, what army?
Sm'army

Forget it, you are actually believe it or not
The fucking cause of it
Directed, not directed, affected, effected
We are thrown around like victims to an invading monster from the sea
Big claws and it don′t knock on doors politely

Four coppers hassle one homeless man
Under a poster of Keira Knightley
Clear skies, clear lies, and obvious acts of robbery
I used to dabble as a petty thief, but the elite do the fucking job properly

The demon, case it, case it
The demon, case it down
The demon, case it, case it
The demon


The demon of the wastelands, shaking staff shoot his enemies down
Anyone's up for grabs? Death pie tonight for the lads
You volunteer to be the enemies' fear
To be the bomb in the head of a fucking kid in bed men

The roots of the woods, small armies bang every day
Every paper abuse and fucking murder man
Blah

The demon, case it, case it
The demon, case it down
The demon, case it, case it
The demon
The demon
The demon
The demon

The gratification, the sugar online
I got some twat givin′ it the tit grape
Giving it the game, bollocks, hard man, ex-soldier
That′s your fucking problem, mate, not mine


Shooting what?
You shooting, fuck all
You're just paying for the furniture polish in the captain′s trophy hall
Pigs' heads, deers on legs, badgers with a grin
They′re all stuffed in the din bin
Din tin, tin fuck off, men

Auntie Min who hated the relatives in the bungalows
Uncle Charlie picks his fat toes, hobnail boot
I spend my break on the shit shoot
Big flavour, smells like tenth spirit
Couple of spliffs round the back of Hop Sing
I like a Chinese when I been out drinking

The demon, case it, case it
The demon, case it down
The demon, case it, case it
The demon

The demon
The demon (case it down)
The demon
Case it down
Case it down
Case it down

Case it down