Nettles Arctic Monkeys

[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

[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]
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

[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