SLEAFORD MODS


Bunch Of Cunts Lyrics

Bunch of cunts
Bunch of
Bunch of absolute cunts bang-banging
The flicker, the fruit machine
A tooth for one
You can pay the finest check
Scare it
Fresh leaves, morning petrol
And sweet days as Hansel and Gretel
Each to walk in the ...
Lost souls in the big notorious
And they're f**kin' everywhere mate

Boo box, urban toss
The ghost of the beaming light through the fog
Beat box
Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts

I'll be beyond the speaker
In the jungle
The mighty jungle
So I better the benefit from him
I got 4 tapes
One quick
Load this and more
We get split
Sea side resort
The screaming crowd
I sound like I got some paper mind
Torture me thick
Come an angel delight
Angel delight

Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts
Bunch of cunts

Won't you slow down?
Won't you slow down?
Won't you slow down?
Won't you slow down?
Just like that

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