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Favourite Worst Nightmare
Who the Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys
Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not |
The View From The Afternoon
Cigarette Smoker Fiona
Despair In The Departure Lounge
No Buses
Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys |
| » Cigarette Smoker Fiona « |
Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
With wet white trousers on,
And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off
Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time
She could have been one of the bitches, but she's actually alright.
[chorus]
Cigarette smoker
I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
A country home,
Even if we really tried would it seize to surprise us now
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
When are ya parents back dya know?
Well I never came from no ghetto, but it wasn't nowhere near here
Well spoken girls and stilettos aren't something to fear
Cigarette smoker
I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker
Cigarette smoke doesn't hide as well as you think
And you think that it outta act as the perfect disguise |
| » Despair In The Departure Lounge « |
He's pining for her, in a people carrier,
There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that
But architecture won't do,
Although it might say a lot about the city or town
I don't care what they've got, keep on turning 'em down,
It don't say the funny things she does.
Don't even try and cheer him up,
Because, it just won't happen.
He's got the feeling again,
This time on the aeroplane
There might be tellies in the back of the seat infront,
But Rodney and Del won't do,
Although it might take your mind off the aches and the pains,
Like when he falls through the bar and you're feeling the same
'Cause she isn't there to hold your hand
She won't be waiting for you when you land
It feels like she's,
Just no where in the air
You could well be out on your ear
This thought comes closely followed by the fear
And the force of it,
Makes you feel a bit, ill.
Yesterday, I saw a girl,
Who looked like someone who you might knock about with,
And almost shouted.
And then reality kicked in within us.
It seems as we become the winners,
You lose a bit of summit,
And half wonder if you want it at all,
And don't say out, 'cause you've got no idea.
And she's still no where in the air,
The thought comes closely followed by the fear,
And the thought of it,
Makes you feel a bit, ill.
Despair in the departure lounge,
Just, wanting us to be around at 3.
No signal and low battery,
What's happened to me? |
| » No Buses « |
Lady, Where has your love gone
I was looking but can't find it anywhere
They always offer when theres
Loads of love around
But when your short of some
Its nowhere to be found
Well i know your game
You told him yesterday
No chance you'll get nothing from me
But now she's there, your there and
Everybody's there
He's in turmoil, as puzzled as can be
Just like me
Lets go down, down, low down
Where i know i should not go
Oh and she's thinks she's the one
But she's just one in twenty-four
And just coz' everybodys doing it
Does that mean that i can too
Lady, where has your love gone
He was the antiseptic to the sore
To hold you by the hand
Must be first be in demand
How he longs for you to
Long for him once more
Just once more
Let's go down, down, low down
Where i know i should not go
Oh and she thinks shes the one
But shes just one in twenty- four
And just coz' everybodys doing it
Does that mean that I can too
Ohh, her eyes went down
And cut you up
And theres nothing like a dirty look from
The one you want
Or the one you lost
An ache in your soul
Is everybody's goal
To get what they can't have
That's why your after her
And thats why she's after him
But saying it won't change a thing
And don't realise that it won't change a thing
Realising it won't change a thing. |
| » Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys « |
We all want someone 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?
Everybody's got their box
Doing what they're told
You pushed my faith near being lost
But we'll stick to the guns
Don't care if it's marketing suicidal
Won't crack or compromise
Your do-rights or individes
Will never unhinge us
And there's a couple of hundred
Think they're Christopher Columbus
But the settlers had already settled
Yeah, long before ya
Just cos we're having a say-so
Not lining up to be playdoh
Oh, in five years time, will it be
"Who the fuck's Arctic Monkeys?"
'Cause everybody's got their box
Doing what they're told
You pushed my faith near being lost
But we'll stick to the guns
Don't care if it's marketing suicidal
Won't crack or compromise
Your do-rights or individes
Will never unhinge us
(La la la la la, la la)
(La la la la la, la la)
(La la la la la, la la)
All the thoughts that I just said
Will linger round and multiply in their head
Not that mad 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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