Lyrics Discourse - Sleaford Mods

You cant be bragging cos you said you made a load
Of fry ups for the coach when it came off the road
Ya nitty and said ya knocked out 22
But I knew that wasn't right cos I watching you

Who wants me
Don't talk about it
Even after half 3
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about it

They got you in the warehouse
With a Nail gun
And they all went through you slowly
After snorting some
But even in the glare of hindsight we
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty Discourse

Who wants me
Don't talk about it
Even after half 3
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about it

We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse
We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse

The petrol station meant that you
Got extra time
And the drivers would appreciate the quiet smile
The yellow and the red under a sheet of night
As I smoked in time with the generator's eyes

Who wants me
Don't talk about it
Even after half 3
Don't talk about it
Don't talk about it

We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse
We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse

It's all dirt on the public canvas
Watch the Kirbs soak up this madness
There's only one course, discourse
There's only one course, discourse
There's only one course, discourse
There's only one course, discourse