Текст Arctic Monkeys – Balaclava

Running off over next door’s garden
Before the hour is done
It’s more a question of feeling
Than it is a question of fun

The confidence is the balaclava
I’m sure you’ll baffle ’em good
With the ending reek of salty cheeks
And runny make-up alone

Or will blood run down the face
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you’ll find yourself in a skirmish
Where you’ll wish you’d never been born

You tie yourself to the tracks
And there isn’t no going back
And it’s wrong wrong wrong
But we’ll do it anyway
‘Cause we love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start

The confidence is the balaclava,
I’m sure you baffle ’em straight
And it’s wrong wrong wrong,
She can hardly wait

That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who’s the crooks in this crime?

That’s right,

That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight
That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight
That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight

Will you be able to boast
Of the day of the most
Flawless heist of all time

You knew that it’d be trouble
Right before the very first kiss
Quiet, unassuming,
But you heard that they were the naughtiest

She pleaded with you to take it off
But you resisted and fought
But sorry, sweetheart, I’d much rather
Keep on the balaclava.