Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales of San Francisco lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales of San Francisco lyrics]
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
With their trilbies and their
Glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars
Are 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 your
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at 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 fucking wank 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, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook, yeah
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
With their trilbies and their
Glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars
Are 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 your
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at 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 fucking wank 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, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and
Put down the handbook, yeah