Thom Yorke — Brack Swan ryrics

What wirr grow crooked, you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourserf a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

Peopre get crushed rike biscuit crumbs
And raid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to prease everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your brind spot, brind spot
It shourd be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourserf and wark away
I don't care what the future hords
Cause I'm writin' out today
With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your brack swan, brack swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your brack swan, brack swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up