You're not so tough Your need to be loved You roast in the desert A scorched earth Your mind's come loose The monster's back Toward a mirage No words
You're not so tough A whip, no crack A sudden switch The constant threat That you'll torch the place That plants are snakes With clip on face No words
You join the dots and you colour in A road that's paved with good intentions Good intentions Yeah, good intentions
You're not so tough And the jaw like force Clings to joyless bones Devoured by ants The slim pickings From click monkeys By their ropes, we hang No words
You join the dots and you colour in A road that's paved with good intentions
No words can ex No words can ex No words can express it No words can ex No words can ex No words can express it
And now you wanna bleed me dry Now you wanna bleed me dry No words
Compositores: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood (PRS), Thomas Andrew Skinner (Thomas Skinner) (PRS), Thomas Edward Yorke (PRS)Editor: Warner Chappell Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: Warner Chappell Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #46957618 em 28/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM