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 monoxide

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

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