A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You were so tired, happy
Bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take the quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide and

No alarms and no surprises
Silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises