Sleaford Mods - The Mail Don't Fail lyrics

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Sleaford Mods - The Mail Don't Fail lyrics

[Verse:] The country's dyin' screams, squabblin' boats and elites You overlook the abusing children's oaths The abuse of human's right for the lost of yachts in sights I can't even spell the word Jah, alright And if it gets far too much, they'll bury the stories With more abuse on the national scale The mail don't fail, it will gather you like willing subjects To sell the up-set And turn me into a raving half-wit On government time I've got a West Minston mind [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 2:] Did you reset your fat and your dead body mistakes I'm frosting stakes, green line on night shifts Green lawn on nightshift Exhausted voices, pained out rates d**h sloop, no latice, no mates No chance of an anarchy on a road full of rigor mortis That ain't latin, that's likely our kin lumpen Flowers slapped to lampposts Bikes spread wide to signify the loopholes The carve instead - angel's delight [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 3:] Looks about and looks of it too late Looks of depression and management inefficiency The guideline's blurred in situations No clear root matches the expectations They've all gone, nobody gives a toss It's all hold together by a thing grasp Reason, count the ethos, that's where Everybody snapped in the workcast lair Please, sir, can I have some more? I mean the staff key for the public toilet door The customer want is a real slice of life Try to wee on the lid, yeah, that's nice Yame and Andrews and this is yo life [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 4:] Panic attack, panic room, nick-nat Panty whack panic, that's no tie It's too hot for that Saudi boss I ain't lookin' free buns, Dan I'm lookin' up strong revolver man One to one a merely silent, get done No, get dad! No dragon's den, just dandruff, mate Nightmare, panic attack, panic room Nick-nat panty whack panic, that's no tie It's too hot for that Saudi boss I ain't lookin' free buns, Dan I'm lookin' up strong revolver man One to one a merely silent, man