Arctic Monkeys Lyrics
* The Nettles
Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench A bare arithmetic Look for the boy who was hanging his head low More trophies and ideas To follow their pretend. With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles. I flew in some spiked meniscus and he bought his own rope And skipped against the rode Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope Devices man are closed He lost all his foot holes. And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the pub Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse And clinging to the door frame he was trapped After a reminder of where he had been With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee Just had to tent in the nettles
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