Nettles - Arctic Monkeys

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

With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face

He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles

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

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

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

With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face

There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles