Spare Ribs (Explicit)

Song: Spare Ribs

Artist: Sleaford Mods

Lyrics: Jason Williamson

Composed: Andrew Fearn

Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won\'t go to bed blues

Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won\'t go to bed blues

The tragedy of life

Of ways that won\'t change, too late

Screaming kids and no landscape

Tesla, Elon Musk\'s orgies are better

No tester, taunting us in tweets with a face that looks like beef

One time for the Lord, my arse

Limping, carrying tubs of water drinking

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

Outside

Under a concrete Jesus Christ

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

What goеs on there out of sight?

No lampshades, no lights

I picturе my kids in life

These routes, Fruit Shoots

Soft start kits, beaten lumps of flesh outside the supermarkets

Banana milkshakes, toffee lattes

Give him what he wants, he\'s fucked

Ski jackets, sleeping bags get took

Where the bench was, break the wind at 4am

In the bus stop

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

Outside

Under a concrete Jesus Christ

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

Going on about Aphex Twin

Spanish Anarchists

You don\'t know anything

What happened to ya?

Lager and linen, bullshitter, because you actually hate women, don\'t ya?

Running for them words

Political song competition, I win!

You\'re faster, angrier, more political

Jargon fight, clever insight

Tick boxes tick. Tick all that shit

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

Outside

Under a concrete Jesus Christ

Outside

Spare ribs do bits of spice

You go down, you do nothing

You go up, you do something

You go down, you do nothing

You go up, you do something

Oh fuck off