(Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Tom Skinner) | Fear not my love, he's a fat fucking mist
Young bones spat out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kiss, from the nursery rhyme
Behind some rocks, underneath some bridge
(Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Tom Skinner) | Fear not my love, he's a fat fucking mist
Young bones spat out, girls slitting their wrists
Curtain calling for the kiss, from the nursery rhyme
Behind some rocks, underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll promising the moon
Yeah right
Sleep tight
All night
[Verse 2]
Some kid, in golden chains, two slippery ropes
A lonely stitch, left to be unpicked, including my left foot
Let the lights down low, bunga bunga or
You'll never work in television again
Yeah right
[Verse 3]
He chews 'em up, he spits 'em out
It's whatshisname, the genie man
Mechanical, mechanical
All those beautiful young hopes and dreams
Devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad fuck, you throw small change
Take your dirty hands off my love
[Outro]
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Heaven knows where else you've been
Ne boj se moja ljubav, on je debela jebena magla
Mlade kosti pljunu van, djevojke prorežu zapešća
Zavjesa zove za poljubac, iz dječjeg rime
Iza nekih stijena, ispod mosta
Neki gangster trol obećava mjesec
da baš
Lijepo spavaj
Cijelu noć
[Stih 2]
Neki klinac, u zlatnim lancima, dva skliska užad
Usamljeni bod, ostavljen da bude nefucked, uključujući i moju lijevu nogu
Neka svjetla spusti, bunga bunga ili
Nikada više nećete raditi na televiziji
da baš
[Stih 3]
Žvače ih, on ih pljuje
To je ono što je, genie čovjek
Mehanički, mehanički
Sve one lijepe mlade nade i snove
Proždrije od onih zlih očiju i onih udova prase
Tuga zajebavati, baciš male promjene
Skinite prljave ruke moje ljubavi
[OUTRO]
Nebo zna gdje si ostalo
Nebo zna gdje si ostalo
Nebo zna gdje si ostalo
Nebo zna gdje si ostalo
Nebo zna gdje si ostalo