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Nag Nag Nag Nag Lyrics - Singles - Art Brut

Wet trousers in the washing machine 

But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans 

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn 

That those were just adolescent concerns 

I'm possibly missing something 

Someone should have told me 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back 

 

Learning lyrics from the CD inlay 

To impress people with the stupid things I say 

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn 

That those were just adolescent concerns 

I'm possibly missing something 

Someone should have told me 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back 

 

I used to have a bedroom to hide in 

Now I'm outside deciding 

Older but wiser, this song's the decider 

Is it the sound of a man wrestling with emotion 

Or the sound of him losing and causing commotion? 

 

I'm nothing to my peers but envy and hatred 

How many girls have they seen naked? 

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn 

That those were just adolescent concerns 

I'm possibly missing something 

Someone should have told me 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back 

 

A record collection reduced to a mix tape 

Headphones on, I made my escape 

I'm in a film of personal soundtrack 

I'm leaving home and I'm never gonna come back