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 No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises Please Such a pretty house And such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises Please Thanks for watching!
