Sank into their calculations
And snorted on a stench
Of their arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas
To follow their pretend
Chorus
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
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Verse 2
Afterwards those spiky whispers
Said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf
And capture back our hope
To advice, his mind had closed
He lost all of his foot holes
Chorus
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
Verse 3
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame, he was trapped
Off to a reminder of where he had been
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Chorus
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles
Outro
Louder!
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