Arctic Monkeys - Balaclava lyrics

rate me

Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done

It's more a question of feeling than it is a qestion of fun

The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good

But the end in reek of salty cheeks an running make up alone

Oh well blood runs down the face of a boy bewiledered and scorned

Well you find yourself in a scurmage where you wish you'd never been born

You tie yourself to the tracks an there isn't no going back

An it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her form a burning building or throwing her to the sharks

You can only hope that the envy'ness is as pleasurable as the start

The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle them straight

And it's wrong wrong wrong an she can hardly wait

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

Now the shaggers perform an the daggers are drawn

Who's the krooks in this crime?

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

Now the shaggers perform an the daggers are drawn

Who's the krooks in this...crime!?

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

That's right, he won't let her out his sight

You'll be able to pose tell the day of the most all this heights of old time

You knew that it would be trouble right before the very first kiss

Consuming but the

she asked you to take it off

but you resisted and faught

sorry sweet, please no drama

keep on the balaclava

Thanks to Heather Sinclair for these lyrics