A               G#   G F#
Sank into their calculations
    A       G#   F#
And snorted on a stench
   A      G#    F#
Of their arithmetic
A                        G#          G    F#
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
     A        G#    F#
More trophies and ideas
   A      G#       F#
To follow their pretend


[Chorus]
       F#m          C#           C            A
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
   C              C#           A           C
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles


A G# G F# (x4)


[Verse 2]
A                G#    G   F#
Afterwards those spiky whispers
A               G#      F#
Said he brought his own rope
    A           G#        F#
And skipped the bits they loathed
A                  G#     G    F#
Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf
    A       G#       F#
And capture back our hope
     A         G#       F#
To advice, his mind had closed

He lost all of his foot holes


[Chorus]
       F#m          C#           C            A
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
   C              C#           A           C
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
                                        F#m
Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles


Bm G F#m Bm G


[Verse 3]
         F#m                              Bm     G        F#m
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
                       Bm         G       F#m
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
                    Bm          G      F#m
And clinging to the door frame, he was trapped
           Bm        G        F#m
Off to a reminder of where he had been


A G# G F# (x4)


[Chorus]
       A            G# G F       A            G# G F
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
          A          G# G F          A           G#     F#
There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles


[Outro]
Louder!
A G# G F# (x4)