Heart that's full
up like a landfill
Job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You
look
so tired 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,
no
alarms
and no surprises
Surprises,
this is my final fit
My
final
bellyache with no alarms and no surprises
