Nettles
๐ต 942 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:45 duration
๐ ID: 303853
๐ Lyrics
He sank into their calculations and snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas
To follow their pretence
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles
Of their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas
To follow their pretence
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind had closed
He lost all of his footholes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.37] He sank into their calculations and snorted on the stench
[00:10.15] Of their arithmetic
[00:11.86] Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
[00:13.76] More trophies than ideas
[00:15.35] To follow their pretence
[00:16.76] With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:19.12] He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
[00:23.17]
[00:28.09] Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
[00:31.73] And skipped the bits they loathed
[00:33.55] Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
[00:37.04] To advice his mind had closed
[00:38.78] He lost all of his footholes
[00:41.23] And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:43.62] He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
[00:50.28]
[00:57.74] He was a toothpick!
[00:59.10] And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
[01:03.88] Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
[01:08.47] Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
[01:13.02] Off to a reminder of where he had been
[01:19.22]
[01:24.63] With a smile in his pocket
[01:26.62] And a scowl on his face
[01:28.61] He had nowhere to flee
[01:30.49] So sat content in the nettles
[01:31.71]
[00:10.15] Of their arithmetic
[00:11.86] Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
[00:13.76] More trophies than ideas
[00:15.35] To follow their pretence
[00:16.76] With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:19.12] He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
[00:23.17]
[00:28.09] Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
[00:31.73] And skipped the bits they loathed
[00:33.55] Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
[00:37.04] To advice his mind had closed
[00:38.78] He lost all of his footholes
[00:41.23] And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
[00:43.62] He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
[00:50.28]
[00:57.74] He was a toothpick!
[00:59.10] And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
[01:03.88] Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
[01:08.47] Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
[01:13.02] Off to a reminder of where he had been
[01:19.22]
[01:24.63] With a smile in his pocket
[01:26.62] And a scowl on his face
[01:28.61] He had nowhere to flee
[01:30.49] So sat content in the nettles
[01:31.71]