paroles de chanson Revenue - Sleaford Mods

Pocket reacher
It's the blokes that come outta nowhere
Who just start drinking there every day
Something must have happened
The ruling body, mate
And the one before that, and the one before that too
And the one whilst you jumped on a baby mat

Throwing out poo, Jessie J pouts like an hardened sex grip
Tryna sell an album, her team, useless
And the road ain't long, it's short for the sell-out
Full of dead ridden sweeties, sex pout
Handouts, gimme it back, no friends
You didn't sell any records
Well, piss off then

Who didn't have times to keep
The revenue of all of you is in concrete
Who didn't have things to do
The revenue of all of you is overdue
(The fingers are melting) overdue
(The fingers are melting) overdue

You're all Cherie Blairs, you look like sea lions
Pissed up on betrayal
Let's save the poor in Peckham, I'll send you an email
Your politics is Polyfilla for the cracks in your
Oh dear, look at me, I seem to be desperate
For a need to appear, trendy flavour of the year

Shop policies bring out the pissed-off left
Who didn't even care last year
It's like the Nile without the palm trees senile
Yellow River stinks, still got the potential to be Hitler
A crap cat, chucking out a crap litter
And the rest lost an' tie

Who didn't have times to keep
The revenue of all of you is in concrete
Who didn't have things to do
The revenue of all of you is overdue
Who didn't have times to keep
The revenue of all of you is in concrete
Who didn't have things to do
The revenue of all of you is overdue

Who didn't have times to keep
The revenue of all of you is in concrete
Who didn't have things to do
The revenue of all of you is overdue
Who didn't have things to keep
The revenue of all of you is in concrete
Who didn't have things to do
The revenue of all of you is overdue