Hang The Cyst Lyrics - The Last Shadow Puppets

Was he badly mistaken or guided 

As he wondered his valley built in silence 

He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone 

The haze of his coloured days 

That march of content as his dignity splits to unveil 

His bitter sweetness 

The town would shudder and stare 

At his presence with a single glare 

As he makes his way through 

The local square 

And he says to them 

'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' 

'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance' 

Annoyance 

Hang the cyst 

Hang the cyst 

Hang the cyst 

The first time in pace or in math 

Was at the sight of his wilting noose 

And the chance will soon reduce to an angry silence 

He escaped in the shock of the snap 

His wonderful vanishing act 

Was a spectacle but not what anyone expected 

The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger 

The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger