Arctic Monkeys Nettles Lyrics

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 spiky whispers 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 path

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