[ti:Nettles]
[ar:Arctic Monkeys]
[al:]
[00:06.77]He sank into their calculations
[00:08.50]And snorted on the stench
[00:10.17]Of their arithmetic.
[00:11.58]Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low,
[00:13.92]More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence.
[00:14.99]
[00:17.12]With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:19.05]He followed with obidience
[00:20.42]And fell in the Nettles.
[00:21.53]
[00:28.15]Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope.
[00:31.81]And skipped the bits they loathed.
[00:33.28]Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
[00:37.04]To advice his mind had closed
[00:38.75]He lost all of his footholes.
[00:40.83]
[00:41.52]With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:43.69]He followed with obidience
[00:44.97]And fell in the Nettles.
[00:46.09]
[00:57.99]He was a toothpick!
[00:59.27]And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
[01:04.04]Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
[01:08.53]Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
[01:13.18]Off to a reminder of where he had been.
[01:16.98]
[01:24.63]With a smile in his pocket
[01:25.90]And a scowl on his face
[01:28.19]He had nowhere to flee
[01:30.06]So sat content in the Nettles.