Текст песне : Libertines. Up the Bracket. Tell The King.

I've got a little secret for ya

Even now there's something
To be proud about you
Come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing

Oh, my words in your mouth
Are mumbled all about
You're like a, a journalist
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful

And tell it to your king
Oh, tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know I feel the palace gates are
I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes
And all danger signs, oh

If you were late
You mustn't dare complain
And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall

Oh, tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can work out what your on about
Didn't they explain?
You have to play the game, oh, oh

Just drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand