LETRAPlastic trampArctic Monkeys

He looks as if he hasnt slept, his hair is purposely unkept
And then he knew his people wept, when you crafted your plan
The 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 aint your friend
and the only thing your sorting out is your imagination.

Lying again your conscience aint your friend
and the only thing your sorting out 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,
better hide your grin

Shadows underneath the eyes, 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 is your friend
and the only thing your sorting out is your imagination

Lying again your conscience is your friend
and the only thing your sorting out is your imagination