the daily mail

Radiohead

The moonies are up on a mountain.
The lunatics have taken over the asylum.
Waiting on the rapture.
Singing we're here;
To keep your prices down.
We'll feed you to the hounds.
To the Daily Mail,
To get up, together.
You made a pig's ear.
You made a mistake.
Paid off security,
and got through the gate.
You got away with it,
but we lie in wait.
Where's the truth?
What's the use?
In hanging round,
Lost and found.
And with your head
In the sand.
Fat chance,
No plan.
No regard for human life.
You'll keep time.
You've no right.
You're fast to lose.
You're willing to lose.
To jump the queue.
Go back again,
President
For life.
Lord of all
The flies in the sky,
The beasts of the Earth,
The fish in the sea,
Have lost command.