Lyrics Rochester - Sleaford Mods

Rochester town and down
Rochester town and down
That other place too
Where ya MP took the painting of beauty
And spat it back at you
And told you, "Look at this"
Separatist, pub racist, pub Mavis

Your cold beach is colder now
A banker has a pint in town
The emperor of Fuck-all-man
Of Matthews turkey roast
Of history, that scary ghost
Of meat and all of England voting whites are beat
And fed battery hens and ashtrays near the bed men
And class, the opium of pride and fucking waz
Wee-wee, messy underwear society
Like cunts

Rochester, Rochester, Rochester
Town and down
Rochester, Rochester, Rochester
Town and down

Din-din, time steal pockets of the public battle cry
(Crusades) crusades, Twitter serves up your lie
Of segregation and fuck off back to your own lands
These bodies are nothing but flesh and work hands
And the new army is you
The infantry is new and it's you

Its front liners have no minds and are legalized
Prix fix with a Pret coffee and a marching stick 'til the end
Foot flow drives my mind round the fucking bend
Din dins, get ya din-dins, custard chocolate sponge
Din dins, get your din dins, custard chocolate sponge

Rochester, Rochester, Rochester
Town and down
Rochester, Rochester, Rochester
Town and down