The National is an indie rock band hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio.
Turtleneck - The National
Album: Sleep Well Beast
genre: Alternative Rock Indie Rock
Hope my mother mentioned (???) dance with me
I’d like to spend a while around the copper wood tree
There’s something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten
This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots
Oh no, this is so embarrassing
Oh, the pissing fits
Crying on the doorsteps and teachers losing grip
Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them
(???) gave them
Keep the good weed near the bed
Light the wall, check the lip
Dim the dark a little lower
Hide your back from (inaudible)
Give the gift, then fix your hair
You have to get this turtleneck
All them people sell things from bathrooms of the rich
They try to turn them off but everything they switch to
Is just another man, shitty suits, everybody’s cheering for
This will be the motherfucker we’ve been waiting years for
Oh no, this is so embarrassing
Oh, the pissing fits
Crying on the doorsteps and teachers losing grip
Some of them are so out of style, I cannot save them
This must be the death that my salvation gave them
Keep the good weed near the bed
Light the wall, check the lip
Dim the dark a little lower
Hide your back from (inaudible)
Give the gift, then fix your hair
You have to get this turtleneck
Keep the good weed near the bed
Light the wall, check the lip
Dim the dark a little lower
Hide your back from (inaudible)
Give the gift, then fix your hair
You have to get this turtleneck
Photo credit: Paste Magazine
Lyrics added by Marse

- Publishing: 4AD
- Vocals: Matt Berninger
- Release Date: 8 September 2017