Teacher Faces Porn Charges

(albüm: Sleaford Mods - 2007)

When I walk home
I think about you
I sit down to dinner
I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges
It's cold, really cold
The 75 steps take me to the top of the hill
I can see the whole city, neon, green and blue
But if I take time to walk in
It's feels so small
Too many yes men and yes women
Saying yes
And living for fuck-all

When I walk home
I think about you
I sit down to dinner
I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges
Kids laugh at him in flip-flops
Plastic bag full of beer
I'm like one of those nonexistent old blokes you see
From time to time
Wearing flip-flops, pajamas
Plastic bag full of beer

I'm 35 years old
And my mother is still putting money into my account
So I can go out and shop in flip-flops, pajamas
To buy a plastic bag of beer

Things should be in order
I'm not talking about the usual shit
House, car, blah blah blah
I'm just saying
Things should be in order

When I walk home
I think about you
I sit down to dinner
I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges
50 p charge on me card
This shop's [?]
Topshop is offering the local pervert all he needs
Ten kinds of [? 2 56:] for 5 pound 50
That's 6 pound if I pay on card
They've even produced a glossy special offers leaflet
Putting it through every corpse's door

Special offers leaflet
More like, kill yourself via our cheap deals brochure
Suicide through a haze of 10 for 5.50
And three deep-pan Chicago-style pizzas for 2 quid
Together with the card charge that's 8 pound
The local shop always gets my support
Because at the co-op it's easier to shoplift
Everything has its use
And when you're a rat in a run
You can't afford to chip your tooth
You can't afford to chip your tooth

When I walk home
I think about you
I sit down for dinner
I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges
2 pound 75 for an homemade chili
Or 3 pound 50 for a mega-breakfast
Including toast and a cup of tea
I always go in with a suit jacket on
Because if I ask for extra toast she doesn't charge
She must think I'm quite posh
Hardly
Hardly

From the window
There's a great view of hell
All concrete
Undeveloped developments
Fences
ASBOs doing 200 miles an hour
On horrible looking scooters
Whatever happened to Vespas?

People seem happier on a Saturday
10 kinds of [? 5 04:] and 3 deep-pan pizzas 7 pound 50
When you're playing the fame game
The ground floor's the hardest one to get the lift out of
If you can succeed in getting to the first
And few do
From my point of view, you are laughing
I mean let's face it
If you think you've got something
Then you're gonna, at some point
Be looking at what I'm currently looking at
Through the windows of this cafe
Exclusively brought to me by the fame game
Teacher faces porn charges

When I walk home
I think about you
I sit down to dinner
I think about you
If the clouds get bigger
What I forgot to do
Was think about you