Chords for Sleaford Mods - Tied Up In Nottz (Original Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ The _ _ _ smell of piss is so strong it smells like decent bacon.
Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill under the piss station.
Two pipes destroyer on the cobbled floors.
No amount of whatever is gonna chug the chip off.
It's the final countdown by fucking journey.
I woke up with shit in my sock outside the Polish off-license.
They don't mind said the arsehole to the legs.
You gotta be cruel to be kind.
Shitbag, save it up like Norbert Kohler.
Release the stench of shit grub like a giant toilet cracker.
The lonely life that is touring.
I got an armful of decent tunes, mate, but it's all so fucking boring. _
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_ Tie up your knots with a Zed, you cunt.
Black t-shirts and stay tossed.
Nobby's nuts, the rule of rough cops.
H to Z of nothing gets all the shiz.
We are real.
We are looking 20p in the 10p mix.
Crab eyes, another lonely little DJ with no fucking lies.
Weetabix, England, fucking threaded weed, Kellogg's pumps.
On bleachers, hard cock, the green light don't stop.
The shit homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly.
And it's beautiful how the privileged still let them in. _
_ _ Tie up your knots.
Shit.
And then the dealers tip-top.
Tie up your knots.
Shit.
And then the dealers tip-top. _ _ _ _ _
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_ Tie up your knots.
_ Shit.
And then the dealers tip-top.
Tie up your knots.
_ Shit.
And then the dealers tip-top. _ _ _ _ _
_ Pick up the riots. _ _ _