Sleaford Mods - Tied Up In Nottz lyrics

[Verse 1] The smell of piss is so strong It smells like decent bacon Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill Under the piss-station Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up It's the final countdown, my f**in' journey I woke up with sh** in my sock outside the Polish off-licence "They don't mind" said the arsehole to the legs You got to be cruel to be kind, sh** man Save it up like Norman Colon Release the stench of sh** grub like a giant toilet kraken The lonely life that is touring I got an armful of decent tunes, mate But it's all so f**in' boring [Verse 2] Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you c*nt Black t-shirts and state toss Nobby's nuts, the rule of rough cuts A to Z of nothing gets all the shiz We are real, we are lucky, 20p in the 10p mix Crab eyes, another lonely little DJ with no f**in' life Weetabix, England, f**in' shredded wheat, Kellogs c*nts On bleak shiz, on our co*k, the green light don't stop The sh** homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly And it's beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in [Chorus Outro] Tied up in Nottz, sh**! And then the dealer's tip top! ...Big up the riots!