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Cuddly
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Cuddly was released on March 3, 2017 by Rough Trade as a part of the album English Tapas
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Release DateMarch 3, 2017
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Performer
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Programming, Bass Guitar
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Composer
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had an organic chicken it was shit
As the day played out in the evening's pit
homeowner man, I'm a family guy
Brexcity Roller, we do and still die
less than zero, flat in the head
lobbin' up drugs to get out of us heads
every fucking week there's another Black Death
another old man in a robe 'n' that, yea bleak
Dale Winton Supermarket Sweep
feudals got a game too, it ain't as bad
there's a bigger prize and it's called "land grab"
have that - Oh ta
I think I'll call myself Lord Bastard of Sir Bastard Dar-Dar
[Verse 2]
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
[Verse 3]
Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
Hanging out the back of the monied few
lifeless tears for the attentive few
and all at once we will realise
it will happen suddenly...
you ain't that fucking cuddly
[Verse 4]
A life sentence down Lol, what next?
Exorcist puke on my chatty vest
the score of the street past the shop's rotting meat
the death of the customer
no meet, no greet, no half-time
a full 90 minutes screaming shit all the time
shit players, hair transplants, Leo Sayers
what does million quid a week bring
when ya brain can't tell ya legs to kick the fuckin' thing
[Verse 5]
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
[Verse 6]
Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
hanging out the back of the monied few
lifeless tears for the attentive few
and all at once we will realise
it will happen suddenly...
you ain't that fucking cuddly
[Verse 7]
Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked
at iPhone level, no joke
I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed
on the used ten pound notes, coke, no joke
over ground and the sites don't encourage good learning
my fingers drop shit, finger nails are curling
they’re fucking gurnin', lob gob
this is our tree but there's no chance of reaching the tree top
or what, probably not
as the case may be
luck is a charm, a bracelet's arm
snatching itself back from the wrong palm
luck is charm, a bracelet's arm
snatching itself back from the wrong palm
[Verse 8]
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
Throw a load 'round...
let it rot... on the ground
[Verse 9]
Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear
sod ya little promises nobody fucking cares
hanging out the back of the monied few
lifeless tears for the attentive few
and all at once we will realise
it will happen suddenly...
you ain't that fucking cuddly
it will happen suddenly...
you ain't that fucking cuddly
it will happen suddenly...
you ain't that fucking cuddly
Written by: Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson
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