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

they don't

they don't speak for us

i'll take a quiet life

a handshake of carbon mono ide

with no alarms and no surprises

no alarms and no surprises

no alarms and no surprises

silent

silent

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