Lyrics Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods

Air Conditioning

Alright, alright

Waitin' room stench

The loos smell nice

Faces of death rip the tickets

Fifty potential health problems

Cover the walls

I could have them all

Who cares?

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Alright, alright

Death rays burn the air conditioning

And smash out the warnings

That everyone needs to hear

This is the end

This is the end of your cool

Black Monday

Deadly sixty

Ray gun battered hate

I can't believe the rich still exist

Let alone run the f*ckin' country, mate

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Alright, alright

Dog waste car showroom

Look f*ckin' stupid, shiny

Inventions unobtainable

For the real

Obtainable for the tits

Big car, small life

That's just the way it is

I been debt and confused

For so long it's not true

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning

Death rays burn the air conditioning