Album : Favourite Worst Nightmare
Track : Balaclava

Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava I’m sure you’ll baffle them good
Will the ending wreak of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone or will blood run
Down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned
Will you find yourself in a skirmish, will you wish you'd never been born
Will you tie yourselves to the tracks and there isn’t no going back and its wrong wrong wrong but we’ll do it anyway cause We love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, I’m sure you’ll baffle them straight and its wrong wrong wrong she can hardly wait

That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn, who’s the crooks in this crime? X2

That’s right,
He won’t let her out his sight x3

Will you be able to boast
That this day held the most flawless heist of all time

You knew that it would be trouble right before the very first kiss Quiet and
Unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and thought ‘sorry
Sweetheart I’d much rather, keep on the balaclava