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Carlton Touts Lyrics


Why they got tellies in pubs?
Keep us munched on second-hand grub
Second-hand tales, I'm fired up
Two pints for a fiver, drunk
Watch me: am I a tortoise or a cuddly bear?
When life isn't anything 'til you start drinkin' there
No truce, just a selection of memories in bars you knew
I'm glad I was born when I was
I get to see the Right once again look like nobs
Like what? It's not hard is it, you token jock
Freeze-wrap, nine for a quid in Bejams, the lot
Royal Dutch lines
You fat bastard
You English climes
You fat bastards
You fat bastards
You fat bastards
You fat bastards

Carlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quaversCarlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quavers
I stroke a roll-up outside
Tryin' to put a memory to the face that has just said "hi"
Clouds are low, like the general mood
Tempers cookin' up from the inside
We are the microwave food
I'm not in the mood
The Labour Party is a three-quid tube of vending machine smarties
At the airport, where check-in could be check-out
What the fuck is happening'?
Bring back the neolibs, I'm sorry
Didn't fuckin' mean to pray for anarchy
They're all gaggin' for a bit o' fame
So course they're fuckin' off
You don't become a toff by going against the toff
Where's the anti-toff?
We ain't got none
Have you recognized the needle in your own arm, cunt?
I have, but so what?
You can't beam me up, I'm not Captain Spock
You can't sell me stuff on the rotten rot
I've got a store-card, bastard
On this month Top ShopCarlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quaversCarlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quaversCarlton touts
Carlton touts
Carlton touts
Carlton touts
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Once dismissed around their native Nottingham as "two skip rats with a laptop" the last 12 months has seen the Sleaford Mods simply knock all their detractors clear out of the way. The mounting hysteria surrounding their 2013 album " Austerity Dogs" has spread like chlamydia at a teenage house party and saw them topping many 'End of Year' lists worldwide. Along with a handful of limited 7" releases on labels as diverse as Matador and X-Mist, plus an extensive european touring programme have all helped to solidify their growing reputation as the 'ones to watch '.

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