Sleaford Mods – Graham

Sleaford Mods – Graham Lyrics

Artist: Sleaford Mods
Song: Graham

This is sh#t
f#cking had it danced it necked it pilled it
Slagged it
Boozed it

It’s all bollocks
Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man

Cause there’s nothing coming out
Of your left speaker
Graham
Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, mate
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker
Loads of old people necking pills

Ecstasy has truly taken its toll
On some of these faces
The f#cking eyes have hills
Mine’s wearing off

And the bird I been chatting up
Is starting to look like a dead dog
Ah well
Graham

Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your lеft speaker

Graham
Play something sweetеr
Put your drink down, mate
I can’t hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker
Nottingham has deffo gone downhill
This this ain’t the Cool Cat
Deffo ain’t Venus

And why the f#ck is everyone
Raving about Crazy p#n#s
I got three women circling me
Like an hungry shark

Only these ones don’t bite
They f#cking bark
Ah well
I can’t help but feel cynical

I can’t help but feel bored
1990 came and went
I don’t want it anymore
If I had the money I’d go away

If I had the bollocks I’d completely change
But my hens are caged ain’t free range
And I will rot in this shithole
Gonna die a young age

Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man
I can’t hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker
Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, mate

I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker
Rottingham…wheres Robin when we need him?
Ain’t giving to the poor anymore

He’s selling to the rich
?
And on a three day bender
Come down and smack little John

With a hammer
He don’t wear green he just smokes it, man
Thinks he’s f#cking Tony Montana
Daft cunt

Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man
I can’t hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker
Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man

Leave him J
f#ck off
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker

Where’s the font where’s the want
Where’s the need
Gone man did one
Been replaced by Satanists

Call themselves spiritualists
Bogsters, sh#t haircuts
f#cking down and out greed
False prophets dishing out

Twigs and seeds
“You want decent gear, J
You come see me”
Bollocks

The path to enlightenment
Doesn’t exist anymore
You got get in the bus
Too many off licenses

Too many bus stops
And too many good deals
On Special Brew
I’m in no fit state to talk to you

Or to God
Sorry
Graham
Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker
Graham

Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, mate
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker

This bean ain’t working sod it
I should of bought some cheese
All these cunts slagging me off
For being a sniff head

Now look at them
“Yes please yes please”
I should have bought some coke
When it starts getting desperate

Any self respecting time bomb
Is going to take home
I remember that bloke
Used to be a dancer twat

Now look at him like the rest of us
Stressing about ?
Stressing about ?
Graham

Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, man
I can’t hear anything coming out
Of your left speaker

Graham
Play something sweeter
Put your drink down, mate
I can’t hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker
“J leave him…”
“f#ck off”
“J leave him…”

“f#ck off”
“Pound on the door”
“f#ck off”
“J leave him…”

“f#ck off”
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Sleaford Mods Lyrics – Graham

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Release Year: 2021