Arctic Monkeys – Balaclava scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 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? Oh will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned? Will you find yourself in a scurmage? Will 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 that song. 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 baffle ‘em straight And it’s wrong, wrong, wrong 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 You’d be able to post Any day of the most For the sights of all time You knew that it would be trouble Right before the very first kiss Quiet and assuming But you heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off But you resisted and fought “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’d much rather Keep on the balaclava”.