Lyrics Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods

Keep Out of It

Charcoal coloured night at the entrance

Hazed, I won't walk in

Those nights, those weekends

Give you a kickin'

People half your age

I feel like Elaine Paige

But without the f*ckin' tunes an' Joe Cocker bollocks

East miserable Mainline

Where the air con won't be saved by Nicolas Cage

Put some f*ckin' heatin' on

Don't be shy

Smoker's cough and a poky loo

Gets drenched when I turn the tap on

One pint can on

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

Play it smooth

Too much to consider

I didn't ask you to, did I?

Two wi' one O or two spelt 'T-double-O?

Oh no, Speak & Spell hell

Ian's a twat and he still works in a clothes shop

Desperately announced any death of whatever

Strengthens

Better pay ya respects

Quick for the kudos

Coffees at expensive tea shops

Full of local art

f*ck off!

Gromit

Thomas the Tank Engine

Forties sleepy village carrot cake hell

Vomit

His unimagined work towards the goal

Of no soul

Just happenings

Within the four walls of your own f*ckin' home

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

Eatin' Coffeemate by the spoon

It tastes like cake mix

I waste time flickin' bogeys

Really sore nose

"Is this your handywork?"

As the green particles from the men's toilet

Land on your f*ckin' shirt

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

I keep out of it

Keep your eyes slit make it

Keep your eyes slit, aye

Keep your eyes down to it

Keep your eyes, aye aye