Thom Yorke - The Daily Mail | Текст песни

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• Thom Yorke
• The Daily Mail

The moon is high up on a mountain
The lunatics have taken over the asylum
Waiting on the rapture

Singing we're here to keep your prices down
We'll feed you to the hounds
To the Daily Mail, to get up, together.

You made a pig's ear, you made a mistake
Paid off security and got through the gate
You got away with it but we lie in wait eeeeh
ehhhhhhh eeeeeeeh

Where's the truth? What's the use?
I'm hanging around lost and found
And when you're here innocent
Fat chance, no plan
No regard for human life

You'll keep time, you've no right
you're fast to lose, you will lose
you jumped the queue, you're back again

President for life, love of all
The flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth
the fish in the sea have lost command

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