Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Sleaford Mods

I Claudius

 

I Claudius

(album: UK GRIM - 2023)


Yeah

Superman sweatshirt on
Christmas Eve was the best one
With brown wood TV, rockery
Steam from the pot and the drinks
You can't put one out
Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop
Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop
In the shed
What chance does the kids you have had?
Just piss artists like you and dad
Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself
Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf

I, Claudius
ITV at noon
Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius
ITV at noon
Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Does he eat, Dad?
Dad?
Does he eat?
Dad?

The silent enemy lurks
Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing
What's fucking wrong with loving ya country?
Everything!
The silent enemy that hangs like nets
And tries to catch you so it can eat ya
A bit o' din din
You can't trust these bastards
They won't throw you back in

You know that garden you had done?
With tight roads
How did they park up?
How did they unload ?

You know that digger you bought?
You know that lorry you load?
How did you park up?
How did you unload ?

Ah, fuck!
Panic code
You never forget them digits
You never let go

Ah, fuck!
Panic code
You never put it down like a bucket
'Ere, can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?

I, Claudius
ITV at noon
Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius
ITV at noon
Adam Ant
And sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Palm Angels loser
You don't talk about me
I had a rough ride getting 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fucking fill ya up
Shut up!

Palm Angels loser
You don't talk about me
I had a rough ride getting 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fucking fill ya up
Shut up!

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?