figure that one out [a golden shovel]

--after arctic monkeys' tranquility base hotel & casino

You think you know And

you really don’t, do

you?

I would rather walk on roses than celebrate

the awful way your 

teeth turn red and dark

when you bite into my side.

You think you know And

you think you feel and then

you think you can wish

it all away, I know you'd

do it if you — never

fucking mind, just take a left

here at the—

The little green house?

I don’t think I Have

time for you

but if you ever

find all your money spent 

in one place, a

lovely brand of death will take your generation

(and all of its trauma) so you should stop Trying

to

  figure

    that

      one

        out?