Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks Los Campesinos!

[Verse 1: Gareth, Gareth & Aleks]
Oh, when the smaller picture is the same as the bigger picture
You know that you're fucked
When you're trading paper cuts for splinters, you're out of luck
Like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you
The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised

[Chorus: Gareth, Aleks & Both]
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
(Trading paper cuts for splinters)
Or a smash to the skull, or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh, tomorrow, oh, tomorrow, oh, tomorrow

[Verse 2: Gareth & Aleks]
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over
(We've paid off the judges and we're taking advantage)
And the building's ornate but it's lacking in soul and character
(Pleading our defense in binary and smiley apology montage)
We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits
(Like dignity is equal to desperation and self-effacement)
Playing feedback over Tannoy systems
(We're holding on to our own grandeur)
You look desperate, you look pathetic
(With careful compliment placement)