Arctic Monkeys — Nettles

[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 [Chorus] With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles