Nettles
Arctic Monkeys
[Intro] (x4) [Verse 1] Sank into their calculations And snorted on a stench Of their arithmetic Look for the boy who was hanging his head low More trophies and ideas To follow their pretend [Chorus] With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles (x4) [Verse 2] Afterwards those spiky whispers Said he brought his own rope And skipped the bits they loathed Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf And capture back our hope To advice his mind had closed He lost all of his foot holes [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse And clinging to the door frame he was trapped Off to a reminder of where he had been (x4) [Chorus] With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee so sat content in the nettles [Outro] Louder! (x4)