Arctic Monkeys Follow

This house is a circus,
berserk as fuck,
We tend to see that as a perk though Look,
What it's done to your friends
their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus,
berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though Look,
What it's done to your friends
their memories are pretend
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
theres a,

room trouble and there's lovers to be had Those,
ones next to us are such lovely lads,
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze,
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways,

And we're,
forever unfulfilled,
and Can't think why,
Like a search for murder clues,
In dead man's eyes,
Forever unfulfilled,
And can't think why,
Like a search for murder clues,
In dead man's eyes,

The more you open your mouth The more you're forcing
performance,
All the attention is leading me to feel important,
(Give me obnoxious, Give me obnoxious!)
Now that we're here,
we may as well go too far,

Break

Wriggling around is an incident you won't forget
There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue
and were Struggling with the notion that it's life not film

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
(were, forever)
We tend to see that as a perk though Look,
(unfufilled and)
What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend
(Cant think why
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end.

Solo