http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQhBoR_Jv-U
This House ia a Circus
by Arctic Monkeys
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.
There’s a room full of trouble and there’s lovers to be had.
Those ones who make sinners out of 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.
The more you open your mouth
the more you’re forcing performance.
All the attention is leading me to feel important
(completely obnoxious).
Now that we’re here, we may as well go too far.
Wriggling around just so that you won’t forget,
there’s certainly some venom in the looks that you collect.
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue,
struggling with the notion that it’s life, not film.
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.
Notes From the Fire 