Arctic Monkeys - Plastic Tramp lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - Plastic Tramp lyrics]
He looks as if he hasn't slept
His hair is purposely unkept
In many doorways, people wept
When you crafted your plan
Shadows underneath the eyes
And everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of proof is your disguise
You won't remember me
There's nothing really I can say
But "Sorry, mate" and walk away
I could be wrong on this, you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination
Is he really on the street?
Desperation or deceit?
And what he's wearing on his feet
Won't solve our mystery
And I am baffled by how you stand there
Soaking it in and do you hide your identity
Where you hide your grin?
You'd better hide your grin
Shadows underneath the eyes
And everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of proof is your disguise
You won't remember me
There's nothing really I can say
But "sorry, mate" and walk away
I could be wrong on this, you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination
His hair is purposely unkept
In many doorways, people wept
When you crafted your plan
Shadows underneath the eyes
And everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of proof is your disguise
You won't remember me
There's nothing really I can say
But "Sorry, mate" and walk away
I could be wrong on this, you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination
Is he really on the street?
Desperation or deceit?
And what he's wearing on his feet
Won't solve our mystery
And I am baffled by how you stand there
Soaking it in and do you hide your identity
Where you hide your grin?
You'd better hide your grin
Shadows underneath the eyes
And everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of proof is your disguise
You won't remember me
There's nothing really I can say
But "sorry, mate" and walk away
I could be wrong on this, you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination lying again
Your conscience isn't your friend
And the only thing you're sobbing
At is your imagination