UK GRIM Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

Bellower bellowed, "Who would believe we got pot?"
It′s a sign of the times like a cliché, written non-stop
Full metal jackets get sprung, tanks that boil in a bag, the gunner
Stop, there's a drop-off, Hartley Hare and Vladimir′s got his top off
He's got his top off, quick reach for your bit
Shit, he's so fit

Big banger, number ten can′t gimme that Bruce Banner
I got crisis stamina, full marathon, four poo breaks
I can feel the shit from your crisis rays, spray up my back
Because in England nobody can hear you scream, you′re just fucked, lads

This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM
This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM


Your perceived contradictory and hypocritical fate
There's no top five album when you′re off the grid
Fuck all that, I'm not here to please you, mate
Liz Truss, conformity, the smooth streets in the business quarter
Where the white Range Rovers hum, they sound lovely
White shirts and lunch bellies

Threesomes and wealth measles, penetrate the cornflakes
I want it all like a crack forest gâteau
I do drugs in my head, so I can still go to bed
As I pound the slabs of this dreamscape into X

This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM
This is UK GRIM, keep that desk area tidy
Put it in the bin, this is UK GRIM

But when it′s gone, leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset
But when it's gone, leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset
But when it′s gone, leave the trails in the mindset
But when they come, like a dawn raid smashed the mindset

This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM, put it in the bin
This is UK GRIM, put it in the fuckin' bin