Science Fiction - Arctic Monkeys

Religious iconography giving you the creeps?

I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek

The rise of the machines

I must admit you gave me something momentarily

In which I could believe

But the hand of harsh reality’s un-gloved

And it’s on its way back here to scoop you up

But not on my watch

I want to stay with you, my love

The way some science fiction does

Reflections in the silver screen of strange societies

Swamp monster with a hard-on for connectivity

The ascension of the C.R.E.A.M

Mass panic on a not too distant future colony

Quantitative easing

I want to make a simple point about peace and love

But in a sexy way where it’s not obvious

Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages

The way some science fiction does

The way some science fiction does

Got the world on a wire

In my little mirror, mirror on the wall

In the pocket of my raincoat

So I tried to write a song to make you blush

But I’ve a feeling that the whole thing

May well just end up too clever for its own good

The way some science fiction does