Sleaford Mods - Thick Ear Lyrics

Yea, cracked eyes and gym gear
Isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird
Shapes in traps, bow, bow, bow

Yea, cracked eyes and gym gear
Isolated coffee drinkers which get you thinking weird
Shapes in traps
Roles outlined by choices and the markets 'ere
You got a thick ear, course you 'ave, I give it to yer

Yea, nightly homes and Stevens you can check the cat
You can call it out and make it spin around
I got no time to bluster, I got no time to stand
I got no easy pickings, brother
You got a thick ear, course you 'ave, I give it to yer
I'm like, whatever man, it's since this, hanging like plants, indoor business
Chrome knocker, these young kids ain't ready for this original rocker
Yea, you got a thick ear course you 'ave, I give it to yer

Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with
Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with now

Counting sheep, count ya blessings on no sleep
No job, no food goes in gob, or smiles for the face of the large mob
Ring, ring, ring, fucker
You got a thick ear, course you 'ave, I give it to yer
Structure, the amount of time and labour that goes into building a structure
For means of collecting profit only for it to probably rupture
Get out quick
You got a thick ear, course you 'ave, I give it to yer
The landscape, eventually being abandoned or sold to function as a different enterprise
Or sold to store goods, both erode its place it sits
You got a thick ear, course you 'ave, I give it to yer

Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with
Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with now

Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with
Where's the gob? He threw a whitey
Because it wasn't great to start with now