The Daily Mail

Radiohead - The Daily Mail

The moon is a rock on the mountain,

the lunatics have taken over the asylum,

waiting on the rapture,

singing, “We, to keep your prices down,

feed you to the hounds,

to the Daily Mail.”

Together,

together,

you made a pig’s ear,

you made a mistake,

paid off security,

got through the gate.

You got away with it,

but we lie in wait.

Where’s the truth?

What’s the use?

I’m hangin’ ’round lost and found.

And you’re innocent,

fat chance,

no plan,

no regard for human life,

keep trying,

you’re not right.

You’re fast to lose,

you will lose.

You’ve jumped 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

you’ve lost command.