Enter Shikari - No Ssweat (Live in Hatfield) lyrics

Mate you've fucked up my microphone sound
Over here i'll have you know
It's got one limp
(path of the cause) it's got
A limp thing it's like
A guy trying to get it up after 12 pints

Let's see a fucking juicy circle pit
Get that pit bigger than that, twice as big
This songs called no, sweat

Where's your respect?
(Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you?
It's not over yet (It's not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will sorely be missed

Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
(I'm still crunching)
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline

Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms

Where's your respect?
(Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you?
It's not over yet (It's not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will sorely be missed

Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
(Big it up oh oh, Big it up oh oh)
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm (I'm) still (still) crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
Yeah You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
You do this every fucking time
No sweat, no tears, no guilt
Do this one more time and I'll
Bit your fucking fingers off!