Balaclava

Lyrics by：Alex Turner

Composed by：Arctic Monkeys

Produced by：James Ford/Mike Crossey

Running off over next door's garden before the hour is done

It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun

The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good

Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone

Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned

And you'll find yourself in a skirmish

Where you wish you'd never been born

You tie yourself to the tracks and there isn't no going back

And it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway

'Cause we love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks

Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start

The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle 'em straight

And it's wrong wrong wrong but she can hardly wait

That's right he won't let her out his sight

Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn

Who's the crooks in this crime

That's right he won't let her out his sight

Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn

Who's the crooks in this crime

That's right he won't let her out his sight

That's right he won't let her out his sight

That's right he won't let her out his sight

Well you'll be able to boast

Of the day of the most flawless heist of all time

You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss

Quiet and unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest

She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and fought

But sorry sweetheart I'd much rather keep on the balaclava