Discourse - Sleaford Mods

You can’t be bragging 'cause you said you made a load

A fry ups worth of when it came off the road

You’re nitty and you said you knocked out twenty-two

But I knew that wasn’t right 'cause I was watching you

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

They got you in the warehouse with a nail gun

And they all went through you slowly after snorting some

But even in the clear of hindsight we

We never touch the real feeling

Just the empty discourse

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

We never touch the real feeling

Just the empty discourse

We never touch the real feeling

Just the empty discourse

The petrol station meant that you got extra time

And the drivers would appreciate the quiet smile

The yellow and the red under a sheet of night

As I smoked in time with the generator’s eyes

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

Who wants me?

Don’t talk about it

Even after half three

Don’t talk about it

We never touch the real feeling

Just the empty discourse

We never touch the real feeling

Just the empty discourse

It’s all dirt on public canvas

Watch the kerb soak up this madness

There’s only one course: discourse

There’s only one course: discourse

It’s all dirt on public canvas

Watch the kerb soak up this madness

There’s only one course: discourse

There’s only one course: discourse

It’s all dirt on public canvas

Watch the kerb soak up this madness

There’s only one course: discourse

There’s only one course: discourse

It’s all dirt on public canvas

Watch the kerb soak up this madness

There’s only one course: discourse

There’s only one course: discourse