Sleaford Mods – The Committee lyrics

Drown
Drown
(Recording.)
Sad bastards at the Roy Ayhrs show
One day fans in trendy clothes
Geeking away to tunes they don't know
Big man on steroids and reputations
That don't match up to what they did in the past
Ya tits ain't that stiff Gary, shut ya mouth
Racist gangsters turn into apologetic weak chancers
We used to run for the club in town
Now I play bass in Gil Scott Heron's band
And pass stolen authority on all that is soul and folk
Eager Caesars get back in your holes
You naughty geezers
Nationalisation, slaps on the back
Ya old fighting chums are thick lads
Don't nod at me like I'm approved Ray Winston wee wee
Story's about machetes in small East End pubs
Like bunnies on lettuce
Jackonori that you gimp he's earned his stripes mates
Look at the limp
Brown Saturdays rainy 1990's, rainy 1990's

Look at the top trumps
Look at the top trumps I'm scared
Here comes the committee

The hand fits the glove and you've all lined up
You were sod all then and ya still nothing dock
You still act like a man with your PhD
In Suedehead snuff and early Reggaeman
But the boat don't tip and there's never new ground
You just want people to think you're a subculture man
Hands like goal nets saving every one
When its your 50th birthday you have a party in a pub
And invite everyone and walk around
Like you just wrote Jimmy Mack
Fuck off twat

Look at the top trumps
Look at the top trumps I'm scared
Here comes the committee

What needs the machinist don't even hide the lie
It's a crap machine no grease industrial
I got all cardiacs thinking they're blackbelts
With a pair of nunchukas on a box of cereal
Goal goal goal goal goal
Gary Bushel whoopee cushions under the arse
Are the next big thing in breaking glass
You are held down by the hand of the crown
And the underclass times two
We are held down by the hand of the cr...

Look at the top trumps
Look at the top trumps I'm scared
Here comes the committee

Look at the top trumps
Look at the top trumps I'm scared
Here comes the committee