Arctic Monkeys

Trudging through the morning,
The trap with the trampoline under his arm,
Shifts past your whiskers, so stark is the charm but the barking alarm,
Waits coiled 'til the corner is turned.
And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round,
In your muddy mind, blatantly caked and,
Unwilling to wind uncooperative time,
So he sits on the springs 'til the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the...
What came first, the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps towards from ill fitting thoughts,
And twilight forced you to go on a walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught
Canopy 19,
It's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
Fall from the aftertaste, you'll have to slip away,