Arctic Monkeys - This House Is A Circus

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 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 they want is for the feeling to end.

There's a
Room full trouble and there's lovers to be had, those
ones who make sinners out are such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is sliping to familiar ways

And we're forever unfulfilled
And can't think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead men's eyes

Forever unfulfilled
And can't think why
Like a search for murder clues
In dead men's eyes

The more you open your mouth
The more you're forcing performance
All the attention is leading me to feel important
(maybe I'm not completely obnoxious)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far

Wriggling around that incident 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
(I can't think way)
What it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend
(Like a search for murder clues)
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end