The Good Life Lyrics – Sleaford Mods

Read the full The Good Life lyrics by Sleaford Mods along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sleaford Mods’s music, you can also explore Elitest G.O.A.T., another song by Sleaford Mods.

So I’m not punching down lads
I’m gunna style it out
I’m gunna make out I’m not doing it
But in reality, I am
The one thing they don’t tell ya
If ya get anywhere with an idea
Is the trail of cheesy ba*tards
That come straight after you, like here!
I’m not punching down, just gunna remove you from the equation
I’m gunna get rid quick like tattoos on Pete Davidson
It’s alright, I mean so fu*king what
But what have you been sniffing

Ya fu*king terrible, my God

I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
25 thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom

I Like yobs are chugging quiet casters oil
In front of gob
Like they ruin all you tatty ba*tards
Trying to style it out with stuffed that’s robbed
Oi judo master
Climbing the stairs of fire
My guy’s edgy in a lumpy car
You got a flat fu*kin tyre
Ya got awards for joyless faces cos ya fans like joyless s*it, you got poses while the tour photographer polishes the turd ya prick, on ya head like a parrot, you wear crap clothes like jasper carrot, ya not a large your a tedium, waist down, waist size feeding em
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
25 thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life’s better for me

You know the good life feels like it should when you’re free
You know the good life’s better for me
You know the good life feels like it should when you’re free

This real your fu*kin fake s*it
Like fu*kin all the time
I smack my head
In a smelly bed
And I cry like a fu*kin child
My fu*kin heads gone, fu*k it
Fu*king ba*tard see
Like everybody else alive, I think there’s only this pain in me
Smashed against the rocks, the boats that hit skull island
Tori Kong and flames that spit to entice his rage in silence
I’m the maggot man with a severed hand
I’m evil kineval stunt cyclist
In a nowhere fu*kin land

I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
25 thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life’s better for me
You know the good life feels like it should when you’re free
You know the good life’s better for me
You know the good life feels like it should when you’re free