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Flipside speaks It's a banner for the TV picks Ya get the ready daytime sheets And the answers blow a horn beep beep Flipside speaks Higher living is a cotton sheet I get Egyptian ones and kiwi sweets She wants some weed It's got to be good stuff, worthwhile Graham Coxon looks like a left-wing Boris Johnson The fields are breathing in It's a world that you see Slim to breathe in Don't splat cheat myths Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what Flipside speaks It's the Hammer of the Gods, my arse More like the bloke insists on playing Lots of awful music in the artist park Flipside speaks Letras de cancionesIt's got the UK subs thrown out their room For snakes to put lemon tea On the stage while we Was up there too Flipside speaks If you think about it, it's quite bleak The faculties ain't what they seem Them blouses went and the denim jeans well Don't splat cheat myths Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what (Flipside, flipside) (Flipside) Flipside speaks It's a tackle on the pitch, fuck off I can't believe he's come for Seafood Mods Little style biters hiding behind virtue staples Only use, be less disco On the round table Weigh less, pay less Take this crook, this crook Let the music, jocks my shit up Flipside speaks It's a banner for the TV picks Ya get the ready daytime sheets And the answers blow a horn beep beep Well just Don't splat cheat myths Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't splat cheap shit Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what From Letras Mania