Arctic Monkeys - Put Me In A Terror Pocket lyrics

He spoke a script Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep the gaze It’s all a trick The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage He’s got a laugh like a crackling wire And he wants to put the bite marks on you He wants to put the bite marks on you And he twists my guts As the only thing that’s repelling as his invitations Are his excuses And he said “I am the conductor Put me in a terror pocket” He did a stint Master in a craft He’d squint through his spectacle He’d drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he could impress you with the unacceptable And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers And covered them with goo And he wants to put the bite marks on you He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back Because the only thing that’s as heavy as the adoration Is the days of hanging out on his lawn And he spilled without a sounding alarm And he frightened me to d**h When he said “I am the conductor