Sleaford Mods – My Music

Sleaford Mods – My Music Lyrics

Artist: Sleaford Mods
Song: My Music

Yah
I couldn’t give a toss about your sh#t tunes
You fat b#stard
f#ck you

Game show host
Thinks he’s Quincy Jones
In reissued [?]
Close linked with the sheep

They’re everywhere
Selling you expensive clothes
Serving you drinks
Or giving a consultation

Over your flaky fashion hair
You are not obsessed with music
You are obsessed with the idea
Of being obsessed with music

I think you’re starting to lose it
Why don’t you get on a Wham! angle
Choose life
Don’t choose music

My music
Don’t choose music
My music
Don’t choose music

My music
Countless promises
Donkey’s carrot
Your victories are few

This ain’t Rome
You accuse people
Of trying to be mysterious
Well look at you

The monopoly isn’t yours
It’s a game anyone can play
I’ll be throwing pint glasses
At your bedroom window

When I’m doing lager sh#ts
On your pretty park lane
Comic plaster two black eyes
What’s happened to you?

The casino, Kato
I don’t need to be running around
Looking like Inspector Clouseau
But I will

Any kind of trust, friendship
It will be walked over
I am a sex addict
It’s a modern phenemenon

I’m a wanker
I’m shagging your missus
In a dirty flat
You hold the camera

Cause this is Ben Dover
You are not obsessed with music
You are obsessed with the idea
Of being obsessed with music

I think you’re starting to lose it
Why don’t you get on a Wham! angle
Choose life
Don’t choose music

My music
Don’t choose music
My music
Don’t choose music

My music
There’s no glory in beating down the door
Of repetition
Don’t dress it up

Buy a map embrace your soul
For the awful unfolding scene
Of the future
Bona fide recognition

I’m getting hot wires crossed
Sheer frustration
Why doesn’t my key
Fit in the f#cking ignition?

Unemployment, stress
Binges in dingy rooms
In an unforgiving city
Redeployment

Only to find I much preferred
Unemployment
And the feeling of you never know
What’s going to happen next

It’s 34 degrees
I’m wearing a pair of crap shorts
And a seven year old vest
The exam went well but

I failed the pissing test
What a mess
What a f#cking mess
More is less

Because we are the flatland mods
In 1962 we kicked it off
And the West End jazz cafes
Get all the recognition

Phil Daniels didn’t help matters
He should have had an accent
From the East Midlands
The King’s Road always gets the perqs

But it don’t work
Like riding a PX from Stamford
All the way to Lisbon
I love you [?]

Come out of that dark patch
Now lets rule Nottingham
They never even saw us coming
Cause I sing loud and proud for Black Gibson
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Sleaford Mods Lyrics – My Music

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From the album:
Austerity Dogs [Explicit]
Release Year: 2015