Lyrics Tied Up in Nottz - Live at Nottz Arena - Sleaford Mods

Oh

The smell of piss is so strong
It smells like decent bacon
Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill
Underneath the piss-station

Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors
No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up
It's "The Final Countdown," by Fuckin' Journey
I woke up with shit in my sock, outside the Polish off-licence

"Well, they don't mind" said the asshole to the legs
You got to be cruel to be kind, shit bank
Or save it up like Norbert Colon
Release the stench of shit grub like a giant toilet kraken

The lonely life that is touring
I got an handful of decent tunes, mate, mate
But it's all so fuckin' boring

Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you cunt
Black T-shirts and state toss
Nobby's Nuts, the rule of rough cuts
The A to Z of nothing gets all the cheese

We are real, we are looking 20P in the 10P mix
Crab eyes, another lonely little DJ with no fuckin' life
Weetabix, England, fuckin' shredded wheat, Kelloggs cunts
On bleak shiz, hard cock, the green light don't stop
The shit homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly
And it's beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in

Tied up in Nottz
Shit, and then the dealer's tipped up
Tied up in Nottz, ah
Shit, and then the dealer's tipped up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up there

Tied up in Nottz
Shit, and then the dealer's tipped up
Tied up in Nottz
Shit, and then the dealer's tipped up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up
There, there give in to, whoa

The peak of the riots
Smash the window, smash the window
Smash the window, I say smash the fuckin' window