Living in a brickyard
I'm a man of hard faith
avoiding taxes
I know what I'm doing
I know what goes on
Oh God
I must go on living
Grab a suitcase
Go out the door
What is wrong?
Yeah, what is wrong?
What is wrong with my face?
What is wrong with my life?
Take the tape out
Throw it down
Just throw it out
Touch me
Just don't touch my nice hair
Chaos in a bottle
With headphones on
Turn up the bass
Put down the knife
Turn back
Don't you dare stop crying
We're a half glass
We'll touch the moon
You've got a key
Take your penlight
Shine it in the dark sky
I can see a star house
But no-one's home
No, no-one's home
They're on the floor
Crying
Inspired by Radiohead's "National Anthem"