A home that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired, unhappy

Bring down the government

They don't, they don't speak for us.

I'll take a quiet life

A handshake of carbon monoxide

With 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.