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• Artiste: Sleaford Mods
• Titre: The Good Life
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So, I'm not punching down, lads I'm gonna style it out I'm gonna make out I'm not doing it But in reality, I am The one thing they don't tell ya If ya get anywhere with an idea Is the trail of cheesy bastards That come straight after you, like here! I’m not punching down, just gonna remove you from the equation I'm gonna get rid quick, like tattoos on Pete Davidson It's alright, I mean so-fucking-what? But what have you been sniffing? You're fucking terrible! My God! I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom Twenty-five thousand fathoms I can see a phantom Yeah I like yobs that chug your quiet castors, oily from the gob And I could ruin all you tatty bastards Trying to style it out with stuffed that’s robbed Oi, judo master Climbing the stairs of fire My guy's еdgy in a lumpy car You got a flat fuckin' tyre You got awards for joyless faces 'causе your fans like joyless shit You got poses while the tour photographer polishes the turd, ya prick On your head like a parrot You wear crap clothes like Jasper Carrott You're not a Large, you're a Tedium Waist down, waste side, feeding them I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom Twenty-five thousand fathoms I can see a phantom You know the good life's better for me You know the good life feels like it must when you're free You know the good life's better for me You know the good life feels like it must when you're free It's real, you're fucking fake shit Like, fucking all the time I smack my head In a smelly bed And I cry like a fucking child My fucking head's gone, fuck it Fucking bastard, see Like everybody else alive, I think there's only this pain in me Smashed against the rocks, the boats that hit Skull Island Tory Kong and flames that spit to entice his rage in silence I'm the MAGA man with a severed hand I'm Evel Knievel's stunt cyclist in a nowhere fucking land I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom I can see a phantom Twenty-five thousand fathoms I can see a phantom You know the good life's better for me You know the good life feels like it must when you're free You know the good life's better for me You know the good life feels like it must when you're free