Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales of San Francisco (radio edit) lyrics

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Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales of San Francisco (radio edit) lyrics

Fake Tales of San Francisco echo through the room More point to a wedding disco without a bride or groom There's a super cool band, yeah, with their trilbys and their gla**es of white wine And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets practicing their lines I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you, no (kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear you Fake Tales of San Francisco echo through the air And there's a few bored faces in the back, all wishing they weren't there And as the microphone squeaks a young girl's telephone beeps Yeah, she's dashing for the exit, oh, she's running to the streets outside "Oh, you've saved me", she screams down the line "The band were f**ing wa*k and I'm not having a nice time" I don't want to hear you (kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you, no (kick me out, kick me out) Yeah, but his bird said it's amazing, though, so all that's left Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar I don't quite know the distance but I'm sure that's far Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far And, yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook, yeah