A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tight and happy 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 Silence This is my final fit My final bellyache With no alarms and no surprises Please Such a pretty house And such a pretty garden With no alarms and no surprises Please
