Middle Men - Sleaford Mods

The metropolis of discontent and lost dreams

Benson and messes and denim jeans

I’m gutted

I didn’t think y’would

Fly-tippin' down at The Sherwood

The clink of strong drink

Racing green paint

Crack

Victorian sinks

And flushed is the system

I can’t swim so I sink

The earth moves the kerb

It makes the fag areas stink

Warp like a tree and bitter twist nicotine we be

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

Monda dinner

Archway

Dead the drink of a victim

Bad brains

The dead man’s milk

Wilko’s will have it

They got everything

The dome on the stately home

We got painted in the fumes

From commuters

Make my bacon

Threaten strangers

With shooters

Car stereo shops

That launder dirty dosh

That don’t look you in the eye when you walk y’dog

I bet they’re all battered in the back on that

Hedgehog

Sonic

Level in ten minutes, two minutes flat

Whole bloody fuckin' shop’s on it, woah

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

Nine hundred pund for a picture of Debbie Harry

In art shops

Made me laugh my head off

Instead with a feelin' of nothin'

Floating your ears miss each other

They don’t do much

Talking like props in a film about Top Gun

Tears

Top Gun glasses

The new opium for the lasses

Rescue dog

Like the fuck

The wood catches fire

Patrick Cox loafers

Size 10, in brown

Loved 'em

Out the shop window is still

Controlled by the man, lol

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

Middle men

The metropolis of discontent

Red and orange lights and old men

New Labour