Routine Dean - Sleaford Mods

Westgate

I waited until he walked out and double-turned

Near the bank to walk back round

Sending me on a wild goose chase

Fillin' in forms

Upstairs downstairs

Little details

Nobody gives a fuck

Who cares

Left with a cola-cube full of boundless rage

Slip and limp into the next but the feeling still remains

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

Barriers that need your ticket number

The queue gathers length

I used it as a fuckin' toothpick

Waitin' on the chair near ward eight

I’m a swivel servant

Years of service mate

I’ll piss in a cup and throw it at y’boss

Golden handshake

Profile people

Living as profile page pixels

Match the info section to match your broad range

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

Routine Dean so do I

It’s like biting bricks and a dead eye

Struggle of work

Day is dressed down naivety

And deep frowns and long days

I go crazed

No life gives

No like makes

Cocooning

Mobility’s gonna move me

I pick up the phone

I’m already there

But I didn’t even fuckin' feel the journey

The private bubble

No you and me

Just that electracide electricity

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you

I hate what you do and I don’t like you