Sleaford Mods - Dull lyrics

Dull Dull It's all dull Shadowed sentence As you look out Curbs, road paint, murder mile You better look out Across the routines In town then out The flow of day shifts give way to nights Time and half Four days on, seven off Work like f**, top off No good news is all it is Few perks, try and live your life f**ing go berserk We are the cheap flights Looking at the Ferrari On show in duty-free Choice of two hundred cars tickets From three pound fifty Bag of f*gs, fry ups Falling out our rumbling cracks But not me I'm sick of the fat soaked farm eggs kid, mate, gluten free Try scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing I'll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face Honestly, just f**ing try it, mate Dull Dull Dull Dull Jump sticks roll around my hand Big screen airport stand Four flights, two-hour journey Feet feel cold mate Big fat Bernies Bernie Winters, roll neck splinters Schnorbitz on the pull He's got his chappy out Rescue dogs ain't f**ing dull Like you, like me Let's do star jumps with white teeth Moosey, no fee We don't sell our souls anymore, give it away for free "Please Please Me" Dead bingo Brexit loves that f**ing Ringo Safe bet, all the oldies vote for d**h Strap down, watch them, and strike fast Why not? They wanna k** people who ain't got a lot? [?] No switch theme, we should take the house and f** 'em Why not? They wanna k** people who ain't got a lot [?] Dull Dull Dull Dull Timeline's in the bin All this f**ing expert knowledge Slating the big guns Getting em locked up like Porridge On your keyboard, Evil Knievel How to win pens and scribble on people Essence of life, little worms and light up when you look at the sky Constellation, masturbation But that wasn't said by me I don't fumble in my jungle I'm wa*king free, born free Free's not right, that's not good Spend your life on f**ing p**nHub Black and orange, what'd you say? Sexy this and what a farce The reality of pinching too much arse Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull