Текст: Radiohead. Hail To The Thief. Scatterbrain.

I'm walking out
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail

The roof is pulling off
By its fingernails
Your voice is rapping
On my windowsill

Yesterday's headlines
Blown by the wind
Yesterday's people
End up scatterbrain

Then any fool can
Easy pick a hole
I only wish I could fall in
A moving target
In a firing range

Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain

Lightning fuse, power cut
Scatterbrain