Plastic Tramp - Arctic Monkeys

He looks as if he hasn’t slept

His hair is purposely unkept

In many doorways, people wept

When you crafted your plan

Shadows underneath the eyes

And everywhere the bastard lies

My lack of proof is your disguise

You won’t remember me

There’s nothing really I can say

But «Sorry, mate» and walk away

I could be wrong on this, you play your game

This world is full of most unkind

And horrible is redefined

I can’t imagine that you’d mind at all

You’re lying again, your conscience isn’t your friend

And the only thing you’re sobbing at is your imagination

Lying again, your conscience isn’t your friend

And the only thing you’re sobbing at is your imagination

Is he really on the street?

Desperation or deceit?

And what he’s wearing on his feet

Won’t solve our mystery

And I am baffled by how you stand there, soaking it in

And do you hide your identity where you hide your grin?

You’d better hide your grin

Shadows underneath the eyes

And everywhere the bastard lies

My lack of proof is your disguise

You won’t remember me

There’s nothing really I can say

But «sorry, mate» and walk away

I could be wrong unless you play your game

This world is full of most unkind

And horrible is redefined

I can’t imagine that you’d mind at all

You’re lying again, your conscience isn’t your friend

And the only thing you’re sobbing at is your imagination

Lying again, your conscience isn’t your friend

And the only thing you’re sobbing at is your imagination