Paroles de 'Pretty Visitors' par Alex Turner

Trudging through the morning
And the tramp with the trampoline under his arm
Shifts past your whiskers
So stark is the charm, but the barking alarm
Weighs 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 sit 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 reeps rewards and ill fitting thoughts
And twilight forced
You to go on a walk
Your legs start running and your leg gets caught
Canopy nineteen, it's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening
Falled from aftertaste, you'll have to slip away
And I'm happy to say
Behold is the crook in a hammock plays

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 wall

Behold is the crook in the hammock plays
Cruelly with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp

Cruelly with the base of the scales
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp

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 wall