Nettles 가사

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 bought 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 And with a smile in his pocket And a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee So sat content in the nettles