A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government No, 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 Silent, silent This is my final fit My final bellyache No alarms and no surprises Such a pretty house And such a pretty garden With no alarms and no surprises Silent, silent Thank you for watching!
