Sleaford Mods - Thick Ear Lyrics



Cracked eyes and gym gear, isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird
Shapes in traps

Cracked eyes and gym gear, isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird
Shapes in traps

Roles outlined by choices and the markets ‘ere
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer
Nightly homes and Stevens. You can check the cat
You can call it out and make it spin around
I got no time to bluster, I got no time to stand
I got no easy pickings, brother
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer
I’m like, whatever man. It’s since this, hanging like plants, indoor bizness
Chrome knocker, these young kids ain’t ready for this original rocker
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer

Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now

Counting sheep, count ya blessings on no sleep
No job, no food goes in gob, or smiles for the face of the large mob
Ring ring ring, fucker
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer
Structure. The amount of time and labor that goes into building a structure
For means of collecting profit only for it to probably rupture
Get out quick!
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer
The landscape, eventually being abandoned or sold to function as a different enterprise
Or sold to store goods, both erode its place. It sits
You got a thick ear. Course you ‘ave, I give it to yer

Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now

Where’s the gab he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with
Where’s the gob he threw a whitey
Because it wasn’t great to start with now


 
Thick Ear Lyrics
 
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