"Crying Lightning [Sirius XMU Aug 2009]" Songtext
von Arctic Monkeys

Outside the café by the cracker factory, you were practicin′ a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick'n′ mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinkin′ that I haven′t been called 'cold′ before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
Then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was goin′ to waste

Your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinkin' of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself from the side
But your profile could not hide


The fact you knew I was approachin′ your throne
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war
And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninvitin'
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, you are crying lightning

Your past times consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called "Crying Lightning"

"Crying Lightning"
"Crying Lightning"
"Crying Lightning"

Your past times consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called "Crying-"