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He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic.
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low,
More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence.
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obidience
And fell in the Nettles.
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope.
And skipped the bits they loathed.
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes.
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been.
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the Nettles.
And snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic.
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low,
More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence.
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obidience
And fell in the Nettles.
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope.
And skipped the bits they loathed.
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes.
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been.
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the Nettles.
Lyrics submitted by life_aint_chess, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Track duration: 01:45
"Nettles [DVD]" as written by Alex Turner
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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It sounds like a rush and got some metaphorical bits:
"And snorted on the stench
Of Their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low"
And
"With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles"
It was a "pseudonym" they used for the 7 inch release of the b-sides... I don't have it, I know my stuff but am not the kind of fan who won't just stick to CDs lol!
Also... do Arctic Monkeys=The Death Ramps?
He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of Their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience
And fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didin't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes.
And with a smile in his pocket and a scowl 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
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the door frame he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles