Arctic Monkeys This House Is a Circus

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck

We tend to see that as a perk, though, look

what it's done to your friends

Their memories are pretend

and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

 

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck

We tend to see that as a perk, though, look

what it's done to your friends

Their memories are pretend

and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

 

There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had, those

ones who make sinners out of such lover-ly lads

Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze-in'

And the anomaly is slippin' to familiar ways

 

And we're

Forever unfulfilled

And can't think why

Like a search for murder clues

In dead men's eyes

Forever unfulfilled

And can't think why

Like a search for murder clues

In dead men's eyes

 

The more you open your mouth the more you're forcing performance

And all the attention is leading me to feel important (maybe I'm not just completely obnoxious)

Now that we're here, we may as well go too far

 

Wriggling around in it so that you won't forget

There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect

Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue

And we're struggling with notion that it's life not film

 

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're)

We tend to see that as a perk, though, look (forever unfulfilled)

what it's done to your friends (and can't think why)

Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues)

and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end