Strikeforce Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

The corner wakes everybody up especially the me first waiting to jump
Midnight snipers
Prowling the shopping centre whilst it′s quiet
Whilst the flower man sets up
Bragging about the money he's got
The petty bourgeoisie with his new van and fucking planting pots
Brown plastic
The man always acts fantastic
Tesco Extra and a real bad cough
That stinks of microwaved rice with beef stroganoff

The struggling words
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The struggling words
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The wartime lino on the toilet floor and
The way the decorators mate blends it all in
We are caged trying to pick preferences out the unlucky bin
Strangers grunt and make a mess near the fucking sink
Tuck my shirt in shrunk from too much washing
Twenty quid you get what you give
And I′m not talking about that twat either
The wind blows on the favoured
Who managed to grease the eager machine either beaver

The struggling words
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The struggling words
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Adjust my tie
I hate this lie
The struggling words
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I can't see it
Ranges from pick your nose and do something
Else to I just can't fucking believe it
Can′t you like it? Oh can′t you like it?
The club of role models too great and they belong to me mate
I've got the option to cycle and get fit
Get the bus, taxi, walk it
Roundabouts, cogs
Block adit for some twat on a fixed
Everybody looks like they got it


The struggling words
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The struggling words
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Adjust my tie
I hate this lie
The struggling words
Swivel serving

Adjust my tie
I hate this lie
Adjust my tie
I hate this lie
Adjust my tie
I hate this lie
The struggling words

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