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Sleaford Mods The Wage Don't Fit Lyrics
Total views: 1 time this weekAlbum: Wank / Original Release Date: 2012-02-08Genre: AlternativeSong Duration: 4 min 23 sec
SLEAFORD MODS
- The Wage Don't Fit Lyrics / with translationsDon'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 f*cking 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 f*cking favour!
Banal, banal, banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me?
A f*cking ladder?
It's serious
Of course it f*cking is
Do you think I've ignored fame and fortune
For the f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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
Banal, banal, banal, let down your long hair
What's in it for me?
A f*cking ladder?
It's serious
Of course it f*cking is
Do you think I've ignored fame and fortune
For the f*cking 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 f*cking 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
Facts about The Wage Don't Fit
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The Wage Don't Fit is written by Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson.
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It is first released on February 08, 2012 as part of Sleaford Mods's album "Wank" which includes 9 tracks in total. This song is the 5th track on this album.
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The Wage Don't Fit falls under the genre Alternative.
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The Wage Don't Fit song length is 4 minutes and 23 seconds.
Who wrote The Wage Don't Fit lyrics?
The Wage Don't Fit is written by Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson.
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When was The Wage Don't Fit released?
It is first released on February 08, 2012 as part of Sleaford Mods's album "Wank" which includes 9 tracks in total. This song is the 5th track on this album.
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Which genre is The Wage Don't Fit?
The Wage Don't Fit falls under the genre Alternative.
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How long is the song The Wage Don't Fit?
The Wage Don't Fit song length is 4 minutes and 23 seconds.
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these lyrics are submitted by gsba3Songwriter(s): Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson
Record Label(s): 2012 Deadly Beefburger Records
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