A heart that’s full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
You look so tired, unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
You look so tired, unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
— Radiohead. (Y)
Posted June 4, 2010 at 11:37am
