Arctic Monkeys - Fake Tales Of San Francisco Lyrics

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 Trilbys 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)

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
she`s Running To The Streets Outside
`oh You`ve Saved Me,` She Screams Down The Line
`the Band Were Fucking Wanking,
i`m Not Having A Nice Time`

yeah But His Bird Thinks It`s Amazing, Though
so 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
i`m Sure That`s Pretty Far

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

get Off The Bandwagon And Put Down The Handbook

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