A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that surely gives you bruises that won't heal
You look so tired on happy bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that surely gives you bruises that won't heal
You look so tired on happy bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life for handshake
Of carbon monoxide
With no a longs and no surprises
No a longs and no surprises
No a longs and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit
My final bellyache
With no alongs and no surprises
No alongs and no surprises
No alongs and no surprises
Please