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 [Verse 2] There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] 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 the notion that it's life, not film [Verse 4] This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk, though (Can't think why) Look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend (Like a search for murder clues) And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
Lyrics: 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 lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And any anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance And all the attention is leading me to feel important (Gimme obnoxious, gimme obnoxious now) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around in incidents 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 the notion that it's life, not film This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk, though look (can't think why) what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues) 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 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 lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And the anomaly is slipping to familiar ways And we're forever unfulfilled Can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man's eyes The more you open your mouth The more you're forcing performance And all the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around and it's 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 Struggling with the notion that it's life not film 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
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
[Verse 2]
There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had
Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes
Forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
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 the notion that it's life, not film
[Verse 4]
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled)
We tend to see that as a perk, though (Can't think why)
Look what it's done to your friends
Their memories are pretend (Like a search for murder clues)
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
Lyrics:
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 lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And any anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes
Forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes
The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance
And all the attention is leading me to feel important
(Gimme obnoxious, gimme obnoxious now)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
Wriggling around in incidents 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 the notion that it's life, not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're forever unfulfilled)
We tend to see that as a perk, though look (can't think why)
what it's done to your friends
Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues)
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
Dino Carpetner stupid fuck
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 lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is slipping to familiar ways
And we're forever unfulfilled
Can't think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead man's eyes
Forever unfulfilled
And can't think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead man's eyes
The more you open your mouth
The more you're forcing performance
And all the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
Wriggling around and it's 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
Struggling with the notion that it's life not film
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 should be the opening for the news at 10
arctic monkeys this house is a circs but alex didn't showed into the studio
1:14 parece intro de algo
So clean
💙
So good