The Wage Don't Fit Songtext
von Sleaford Mods
The Wage Don't Fit Songtext
Don′t ask me to carry that cage, stay longs hours, it don't fit the wage
Minimal work, it fits the arrangement
Sod extra sweat and out of town placements
Weak tricks, crap tattoos and spotlight kids
Put the ′til away, shop got ram-raid mate
Small, small
Small talk about nothing at all
While you got a sun-tan and I got what?
A piss pot, and we all get a free cream cake on a Friday
It's like school with a bottle of full fat milk down your throat
Get them government antibodies
Turn us all into young offenders, lifers and fucking taxi drivers
When I said I didn't like it, that′s because I really don′t
I put the 'til away, get out the van mate
We′re gonna ram-raid you
A-when I said I didn't like it, that′s because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We're gonna ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don′t fit
The wage don′t fit
You've got to be able to sell yourself, so I stuck my life on eBay
25 pound, mate, scratch the lager spot on my chin
I′m hungry, I'm worrying, I′m Tintin
I'm the dodgy sailor, I′m that sweat freak from The Kills, Jamie
Do me a fucking favour, Banal, Banal, Banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me? A fucking ladder?
It's serious, of course, it fucking is
Do you think I′ve ignored fame and fortune for the fucking fun of it?
Smart price, dice-man attitude, throw dice, smart price
Obscure, no anthems round here, just concrete, chips, a dirty sausage
A three pound bunch of flowers, 62, 79
I got fucking jumped, wankers, concrete dagger swaggers
The glint from the blade bounces off the Ice Arena, diarrhoea
Nine-plus confidence killer, your mug and my timing
It dead brick wood filler, wall plug driller killer
I want a bounty, where′s your bastard bountys?
When I said I didn't like it (oh, shit) that′s because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We're gonna ram-raid you
A-when I said I didn′t like it, that's because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We′re gonna ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don′t fit
The wage don't fit
When I said I didn′t like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don′t
Minimal work, it fits the arrangement
Sod extra sweat and out of town placements
Weak tricks, crap tattoos and spotlight kids
Put the ′til away, shop got ram-raid mate
Small, small
Small talk about nothing at all
While you got a sun-tan and I got what?
A piss pot, and we all get a free cream cake on a Friday
It's like school with a bottle of full fat milk down your throat
Get them government antibodies
Turn us all into young offenders, lifers and fucking taxi drivers
When I said I didn't like it, that′s because I really don′t
I put the 'til away, get out the van mate
We′re gonna ram-raid you
A-when I said I didn't like it, that′s because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We're gonna ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don′t fit
The wage don′t fit
You've got to be able to sell yourself, so I stuck my life on eBay
25 pound, mate, scratch the lager spot on my chin
I′m hungry, I'm worrying, I′m Tintin
I'm the dodgy sailor, I′m that sweat freak from The Kills, Jamie
Do me a fucking favour, Banal, Banal, Banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me? A fucking ladder?
It's serious, of course, it fucking is
Do you think I′ve ignored fame and fortune for the fucking fun of it?
Smart price, dice-man attitude, throw dice, smart price
Obscure, no anthems round here, just concrete, chips, a dirty sausage
A three pound bunch of flowers, 62, 79
I got fucking jumped, wankers, concrete dagger swaggers
The glint from the blade bounces off the Ice Arena, diarrhoea
Nine-plus confidence killer, your mug and my timing
It dead brick wood filler, wall plug driller killer
I want a bounty, where′s your bastard bountys?
When I said I didn't like it (oh, shit) that′s because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We're gonna ram-raid you
A-when I said I didn′t like it, that's because I really don't
I put the ′til away, get out the van mate
We′re gonna ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don′t fit
The wage don't fit
When I said I didn′t like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don′t
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
