The Demise Of Planet X
Sleaford Mods · The Demise of Planet X
Can't touch this
Moloch rules
Marzipan
Look at the arse on that?
Bastards sleep in noisy graves
Where the maggots think "fuck that"
Moloch rules
Marzipan
Look at the arse on that?
Bastards sleep in noisy graves
Where the maggots think "fuck that"
Moloch rules
Marzipan
Look at the arse on that?
Bastards sleep in noisy graves
Where the maggots think "fuck that"
Yea
I got off with Tom Conti
When he served me food one night
We had sex behind a floating boat
And now I'm hypnotised
The sun can fucking do one
I don't care if it goes up and down
'Cause I've got something better
Yea I got somеthing good now, man
So fuck the rain and jealousy
You don't get that shit in thе med
You don't get these unloved bastards
Trying to get in your fucking head
Muchas gracias
Whatever, fucker
Plug the hole, it leaks
Goodbye to you and all your little lives
In little weeks
We haven't got any seaman
There's never sex in bed
And we don't fuckin' like anyone
The demise of Planet X
We're not in agreement
I've fucked you off, like Little Mix
Because you don't fuckin' like anyone
The demise of Planet Shit
Can't touch this
Can't touch this
Shit
Can't touch this
I close my eyes as a 9 year old
Take me to USA
'Cause I thought it might better there
Fight or flight hasn't largely changed
Well, it has of course, course it has
But ya never see it coming
There's always someone horrible
Who wants to kick you as you're running
Kick you for the fuck of it all
In the name of someone else
How can the compassionate claim to be
When they're all burning down in hell
We haven't got any seaman
There's never sex in bed
And we don't fuckin' like anyone
The demise of Planet X
We're not in agreement
I've fucked you off, like Little Mix
Because you don't fuckin' like anyone
The demise of Planet Shit
You don't fuckin' like anyone
The demise of Planet Shit
About The Demise Of Planet X
"The Demise Of Planet X" finds Sleaford Mods in a rock frame, where momentum, contrast, and tension lead the way. Its appeal comes from commitment to a single emotional temperature rather than from trying to impress through sheer scale. There is a welcome sense of proportion in the way the music presents itself: the hook has room to land, while the surrounding moments support it instead of competing for attention. Small changes in intensity keep the song moving and stop its main idea from becoming static, giving the performance a natural sense of flow. For listeners returning to Sleaford Mods, the song offers a compact example of how mood, pacing, and a recognizable point of view can meet in one place. The result is a focused piece of music that works in the moment but still has enough character to invite a return visit. The clarity of that approach is its own strength, because it lets the feeling come through without turning every moment into a dramatic demand. Even when it aims for immediacy, the track avoids feeling disposable because its atmosphere remains distinct after the final note. Its emotional center stays firmly in view throughout.