This House is a Circus - Arctic Monkeys

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 that 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 that they want is for the feeling to end

There’s a room full of trouble and there’s lovers to be had

Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads

Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze

And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways

And we’re forever unfulfilled and can’t think why

Like a search for murder clues in dead man’s eyes

Forever unfulfilled and can’t think why

Like a search for murder clues in dead man’s eyes

The more you open your mouth, the more you’re forcing performance

And all the attention is leading me to feel important

(Gimme obnoxious, gimme obnoxious now)

Now that we’re here, we may as well go too far

Wriggling around in incidents 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 (Can't think why)

Look what it’s done to your friends

Their memories are pretend (Like a search for murder clues)

And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end