[ Featuring Alex Kapranos ]
When the lights come up
You're pleased to meet me
I'm glad I have my life
When the lights go out
I'm an anxious child
Won't make it a five
It's not the pain, it's the memory that hurts
So watch yourself
I think I used to be a private detective
Was I any good?
I guess not
Turn your back on yourself (back on yourself)
Turn your back on yourself (back on yourself)
Turn your back on yourself
Turn your back on yourself
Turn your back on yourself
Turn your back on yourself
Turn your back on yourself
It's not the pain
It's a memory that hurts
So watch yourself
Get out to keyhole, get out to the beach
Have a heart attack
It's not the pain
It's a memory that hurts you
It's not the pain, it's not the pain, no
It's not the pain
It's a memory that hurts you
It's a heart attack
When the music comes on, I'm on
A professional drummer
Talbott Conlan
I didn't fake, I was included
A professional cleaner
I punched the referee, he's bad you know?
I don't know, I don't know why
It's not the pain, it's not the pain, it's not the pain
It's a heart attack
It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts
So watch yourself
I'm a cardboard cut out of myself
What you looking at?
It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts you
It's not the pain, it's not the pain, no
It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts
It's a heart attack
Oh
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na
It's a heart attack, oh
Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself (heart attack)
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na
Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na
It's a heart attack
Oh
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na
Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself
Turn your back on yourself
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na
It's a heart attack, heart attack
It's a heart attack, it's a heart attack (girl, it's a heart attack)
Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na
