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Radiohead Hail To The Thief

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape Broken branches trip me as I speak Just ?cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there Just ?cause you feel it

'Cause I'm not, 'cause I'm not I swat 'em like flies But like flies the bugs keep coming back But I'm not All hail to the thief, all hail to the thief

We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifting There'

The mongrel cat came home Holding half a head Proceeded to show it off To all his newfound friends He said, I been where I liked I slept with who I liked

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

No no, no, no no, no No no, no, no no, no No no, no, no no, no No no, no, no no, no No no, no, no no, no No no, no, no no, no I don't know why you bother

Are you hungry? Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? We want the young blood Are

: Sit down, stand up Sit down, stand up Walk into the jaws of hell (sit down, stand up) Walk into the jaws of hell (sit down, stand up) Anytime (sit

: We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters This