Texty: Libertines, The. Cyclops.

What you trying to do to me?

It seems to come so naturally

How you annoy me

How you destroy me



And everywhere I?m walking like a cyclone

But don?t mind me

How?s it fair?

I?m a magnet for psychos

And pretty riddlers keen on me



Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart.



First touch and kissy kissy



Slash back razor days

The boys learn to behave

Wanted like hoodlums



Sick of themselves and sick of their slums

Give everybody a gun and put it on the television



That?s the reality TV I?d pay to see

Lobotomise, celebritise every damn freak

Wanna be another one I never come and see

Moneys the church

fame is the steeple

Living on the town

Indoctrinate the people



What you trying to do to me?

It seems to come so naturally

How you annoy me

How you destroy me



And everywhere I?m walking like a cyclone

But don?t mind me

First in there

Chased by a Cyclops

Living on my own

No ships at sea



I owe more than I know to faces who never show

The places

It?s understood

I?ll be yours tomorrow

Three bags full of sorrow



Slash back razor days

The boys learn to behave



And everywhere I?m walking like a cyclone

But don?t mind me

It?s not fair

I?m a magnet for psychos

And pretty riddlers keen on me



Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart.

First touch and there you are



Penny for the Cyclops

Nice weather for the Cyclops



What you trying to do to me?



What you trying to do to me?



You make me happy.