December 12, 2015

Lyrics

We all want some one to shout for
Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore
But your heroes aren't what they seem
when you've been, where we've been

Have I done something to trigger
The funny looks and the sniggers?
Are they there at all
or is it just paranoia?

'Cause everybody's got their box
And doing what they're told
You push my faith near being lost
But we'll stick to the guns

Don't care if it's marketing suicide
We won't crack or compromise
Your do-rights or individes
will never unhinge us

There's a couple of hundred
Think they're Christopher Columbus
But the settlers had already settled here
long before you

Just because we're having a say-so
And not lining up to be playdoh
In five years time will it be
"Who the fuck's Arctic Monkeys?"

'Cause everybody's got their box
And doing what they're told
You push my faith near being lost
But we'll stick to the guns

Don't care if it's marketing suicide
We won't crack or compromise
Your do-rights or indvides
will never unhinge us

All the thoughts that I just said
Linger 'round and multiply in the head
Not that bad to start with
I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed

It's not you it's them that are wrong
Tell 'em to take out their tongues
Tell 'em to take out their tongues

It's not you it's them that are wrong
Tell 'em to take out their tongues
Tell 'em to take out their tongues
And bring on the backlash
It's not you it's them that are wrong
Tell him to take out his tongue
Tell him to take out his tongue
It's not you it's them that's the fake
I won't mess with your escape
Is this really your escape?

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