Science Fiction (Arctic Monkeys)

Religious iconography giving you the creeps? I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek The rise of the machines I must admit you gave me something momentarily In which I could believe But the hand of harsh reality’s un-gloved And it’s on its way back in to scoop you up But not on my watch I want to stay with you my love The way some science fiction does Reflections in the silver screen of strange societies Swamp monster with a hard-on for connectivity The ascension of the C.R.E.A.M Mass panic on a not too distant future colony Quantitative easing I want to make a simple point about peace and love But in a sexy way where it’s not obvious Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages The way some science fiction does The way some science fiction does I’ve got the world on a wire In my little mirror, mirror on the wall In the pocket of my raincoat So I tried to write a song to make you blush But I’ve a feeling that the whole thing May well just end up too clever for its own good The way some science fiction does