Fright Lined Dining Room - Arctic Monkeys

You thrive on dancing in our laps

Before the more familiar chaps

Who know the curtain leads to fever

We watched the womanizer cry

And in the last sip you and I Declared we might require a breather

I am a truth’s true truant and I can

Feign excitement fluently

As solidly as I can busk shock

With well presented merryment

And I know all too well

I shouldn’t break the key off in the lock

And the tumble splits the frame revealing silk and fits

In the fright lined dining room

Throw a gaze towards them while they feast

The days drag their heels when you’re not there to crack the whip

And the weeks wait to burst like a sachet of brats

The old pantomime villian follows my coat

And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slats

And meanwhile in the desert’s only costume shop

The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing

I’m back to sugar in the night

Rocketing shutter doors

Despite the shop not opening for hours

You can itch, flap and whistle

And try to avoid the tock

As I scribbled over drivel you were snoring, showing off

The tumble splits the frame revealing silk and fits

In the fright lined dining room

Throw a gaze towards them while they feast