Arctic Monkeys Fake Tales Of San Francisco Lyrics

Fake Tales Of San Francisco Lyrics

Fake Tales of San Francisco 

Echo through the room 

More point to a wedding disco 

Without a bride or groom 

There's a super cool band yeah 

With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine 

And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets 

Practicing their lines 



I don't want to hear you 

(Kick me out, kick me out) 

I don't want to hear, you know 

(Kick me out, kick me out) 

I don't want to hear you 

(Kick me out, kick me out) 

I don't want to hear you 

I don't want to hear your... 



Fake Tales of San Fransisco 

Echo through the air 

And there's a few bored faces in the back 

All wishing they weren't there 



And as the microphone squeaks 

A young girl's telephone beeps 

Yeah she's dashing for the exit 

And she's running to the streets outside 

"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line 

"The band aren't very good 

And I'm not having a nice time" 



I don't want to hear you 

(Kick me out, kick me out) 

I don't want to hear, you know 

(Kick me out, kick me out) 



Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though 

So all that's left 

Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf 



He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar 

I don't quite know the distance 

But I'm sure that's far 

Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far 



And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem 

You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham 

So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 



Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook 

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook 

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook 

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook 

Yeah