Alex Turner - Nettles lyrics

Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench A bare arithmetic Look for the boy who was hanging his head low More trophies and ideas to follow their pretend With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope And skipped the bits they loathed Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope To advice? His mind had closed He lost all his foot holes 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 He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse And clinging to the door frame he was trapped After a reminder of where he had been With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee Just had to tent in the nettles