Radiohead — ​No Surprises Please MD114

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 And no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises He was, he was This is my final fit My final bellyache