Cyclops

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
How's it fair?
I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddlers keen on me

Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart.
First touch and kissy kissy

Slash back razor days
The boys learn to behave
Wanted like hoodlums

Sick of themselves and sick of their slums
Give everybody a gun and put it on the television
That's the reality TV I'd pay to see
Lobotomise, celebritise every damn freak
Wanna be another one I never come and see
Money's the church
fame is the steeple
Living on the town
Indoctrinate the people

What you trying to do to me?
It seems to come so naturally
How you annoy me
How you destroy me

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
First in there
Chased by a Cyclops
Living on my own
No ships at sea

I owe more than I know to faces who never show
The places
It's understood
I'll be yours tomorrow
Three bags full of sorrow

Slash back razor days
The boys learn to behave

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
It's not fair
I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddlers keen on me

Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart.
First touch and there you are

Penny for the Cyclops
Nice weather for the Cyclops

What you trying to do to me?

What you trying to do to me?

You make me happy.

Lyrics taken from the Official Libertines Site, special thanks to Kirsty W and Kirsty R.

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