heart that's full up like a landfill
job that slowly kills you [bad word] that won't heal

You look so tired unhappy
Bring down the government
'Cause they don't, they don't speak for us

I'll take a quiet life
handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Please

This is my final fit
My final bellyache

And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silence, silence