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Sleaford Mods – The Wage Don't Fit lyrics
Don't ask me to carry that cage
Stay longs hours, it don't fit the wage
Minimal work, it fits the arrangement
Sod extra sweat and out of town placements
Weak tricks, crap tattoos and spotlight kids
Put the till away
Shop got ram-raid mate
(Small, small)
Small talk about nothing at all
While you got a sun-tan and I got what?
A piss pot
And we all get a free cream cake on a Friday
It's like school with a bottle of full fat milk down your throat
Get them government antibodies
Turn us all into young offenders, lifers and fucking taxi drivers
(Chorus)
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
You've got to be able to sell yourself
So I stuck my life on eBay
Twenty-five pound mate!
Scratch the lager spot on my chin
I'm hungry
I'm worrying
I'm Tintin
I'm the dodgy sailor
I'm that sweat freak from The Kills, Jamie
Do me a fucking favour!
Banal, banal, banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me?
A fucking ladder?
It's serious
Of course it fucking is
Do you think I've ignored fame and fortune
For the fucking fun of it?
Smart Price dice-man attitude
Throw dice, Smart Price
Obscure, no anthems round here
Just concrete, chips, a dirty sausage
A three pound bunch of flowers
Sixty-two Seventy-Nine
I got fucking jumped, wankers!
Concrete dagger swaggers
The glint from the blade bounces off the ice arena, diarrhoea
Nine-plus confidence killer
Your mug and my timing
It dead brick wood filler
Wall plug driller killer
I want a Bounty
Where's your bastard Bountys?
(Chorus)
When I said I didn't like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don't (shit, shit)
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
When I said I didn't like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don't
Stay longs hours, it don't fit the wage
Minimal work, it fits the arrangement
Sod extra sweat and out of town placements
Weak tricks, crap tattoos and spotlight kids
Put the till away
Shop got ram-raid mate
(Small, small)
Small talk about nothing at all
While you got a sun-tan and I got what?
A piss pot
And we all get a free cream cake on a Friday
It's like school with a bottle of full fat milk down your throat
Get them government antibodies
Turn us all into young offenders, lifers and fucking taxi drivers
(Chorus)
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
You've got to be able to sell yourself
So I stuck my life on eBay
Twenty-five pound mate!
Scratch the lager spot on my chin
I'm hungry
I'm worrying
I'm Tintin
I'm the dodgy sailor
I'm that sweat freak from The Kills, Jamie
Do me a fucking favour!
Banal, banal, banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me?
A fucking ladder?
It's serious
Of course it fucking is
Do you think I've ignored fame and fortune
For the fucking fun of it?
Smart Price dice-man attitude
Throw dice, Smart Price
Obscure, no anthems round here
Just concrete, chips, a dirty sausage
A three pound bunch of flowers
Sixty-two Seventy-Nine
I got fucking jumped, wankers!
Concrete dagger swaggers
The glint from the blade bounces off the ice arena, diarrhoea
Nine-plus confidence killer
Your mug and my timing
It dead brick wood filler
Wall plug driller killer
I want a Bounty
Where's your bastard Bountys?
(Chorus)
When I said I didn't like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don't (shit, shit)
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
When I said I didn't like it
That's because I really don't
I put the till away
Get out the van mate
We're going to ram-raid you
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
The wage don't fit
When I said I didn't like it (oh shit)
That's because I really don't
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