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. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/arctic_monkeys/the_nettles.html ]
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