Fake Tales Of San Francisco (Explicit Ver.)

Arctic Monkeys
Album : Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbies
and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend
rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
Kick me out kick me out
I don't want to hear you no
Kick me out kick me out
I don't want to hear you no
Kick me out kick me out
I don't want to hear you no
I don't want to hear you no
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few
bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Oh she's running
to the streets outside
Oh you've saved me
she screams down the line
The band were fucking wank
And I'm not having a nice time
I don't want to hear you
Kick me out kick me out
I don't want to hear you no
Kick me out kick me out
Yeah please bet that it's amazing
Although all
that's left is the proof
That love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco
he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far
Yeah I'd love to tell you
all my problem
You're not from New York City
you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon
and put down the handbook
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Get off the bandwagon
and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon
and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon
and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon
and put down the handbook