Plastic Tramp
He looks as if he hasn't slept
His hair is purposely unkept
And then he know his 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 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 you're sorting out is your imagination
Lying again, your conscience aint your friend
And the only thing you're 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 aint your friend
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
Lying again, conscience aint your friend
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
His hair is purposely unkept
And then he know his 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 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 you're sorting out is your imagination
Lying again, your conscience aint your friend
And the only thing you're 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 aint your friend
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
Lying again, conscience aint your friend
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
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Writer(s): Alex Turner
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