a heart thats full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that wont heal.
you look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they dont, they dont speak for us.
ill take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
silent silence.
this is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.