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Death Ramps
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Death Ramps
Composer
Alex Turner
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Crossey
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Lyrics
He sank into their calculations and snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas
To follow their pretence
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles
Writer(s): Alex Turner
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