The Fall - Slates, Slags Etc. lyrics

Here's the definitive rant Slates drive me bats Therefore i say hey slates give us a break Male slags, slags slates and tapes Everything's strained by the states They are the grey ones of our state i relate Male slags.... And slates, break hard, break hardly Break the slates for christ's sake Male slags... Male slags, knock over your drink Pay for correct amount spilt Male slags... Remember slates are always outta date In the fine light of day they have to face Well i can't give a definition The consequences of their plagiarisation Male slags With greedy ba*tard scrubbed hands k** jokes join gangs k** the safety in our lands Male slags... In the cold nearly old ska jamaican dawn Dead publisher's sons Material hardship pawns The beat, wah! heat Male slags... (dog bites the dicks that feeds it) Male slags... Academic male slags Ream off names of books and bands k** cultural interest in our land Male slates With creaky pants and scrubbed hands Okay mates Let's get onto the valley of weights The valley of weights is the valley Where they cast off the weights And became trite, uptight Deaf and bereft A liberty mess Female slates Make pins of your whims Break your balls , s** your thoughts Rip off bands With stuck up hair and new sh**ty pants New beatniks with hoop shirts Big priest - give us a break Help me to fight the slates Male slags.... How would you describe the slates? Don't start improvising for god's sake They are the grey ones of the state i relate Everythings strained by the states The valley of weights Okay mates