Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
Up the harrowdown hill
There where you used to go school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

But I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No-one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

But I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness

-Thom Yorke-

When you were here before
couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special
you're so fucking special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
When I don't belong you

She's running out again
she's running out
she run, run, run, run, run

Whatever makes you happy
whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

-Radiohead-

There is a light in the forest

There is a face in the tree
I'll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one's always free

You can never go hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You won't go home
With a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds

It takes much more
Than wild courage
Or you'll hit
The tattered clouds
You must have
Just the right bullets
And the first one's always free

You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you're to bring back
Something for us
I have bullets for sale