OK, it might have been the lingering effects of Halloween and too many Snickers, but Seb thought for sure that Radiohead were being a trifle too satanic here...
A heart that's full up like a
landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
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
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 handshake of carbon monoxide
And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit
My final bellyache
My final bellyache
With no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
Lyrics by Seb
Hard chairs full of jack-o-lanterns
The goblins slowly kill streak
And boos they will not hear
In the satanic happy
Brains come and color me
They don't, they don't speak forever
I'll say the choir likes
Eh ehhh ehhh come and knocks
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises
Satan, satan
This is the final phase of fire
(Wordless moaning and groaning)
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises please
Sad shirt cleaning out
And such a pretty god, oww
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises
No one comes and no one surprises
please
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