And give her less than everything
She came to escape is forgot
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
'Cuz we're just following the flock
She couldn't help but spit them out
Round and in between
In the filthiest of minds
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
And whisked me away enthused
Before we smash into smithereens
Publisher: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame
My mistakes were made for you
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
She couldn't help but spit them out
The fact is that it probably will hit something
Before we smash to smithereens
And now a face in the crowd she's not
About as subtle as an earthquake I know
Innocence and arrogance entwined
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
And give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
On the hazardous terrain
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
Songwriters: Miles Kane, Alex Turner
Round and in between
Innocence and arrogance entwined
And we're just following the flock
She was bitten on her birthday
And I suspected now forever the shape
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame