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

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

(Последние куплеты, они как тян - просто не нужны. Во всяком случае, для совсем сонной с гитарщиной меня - точно.)