Life In A Glass House
Radiohead
Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend.
She is papering the window panes, she is putting on a smile.
Living in a glass house.
Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens.
Think of all the starving millions, don't talk politics and don't throw stones.
Your royal highnesses.
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat.
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat.
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat.
But someone's listening in.
Once again, we are hungry for a lynching.
That's a strange mistake to make, you should turn the other cheek.
Living in a glass house.
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat.
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat.
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat.
Only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only.
There's someone listening in.

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Thanks to Eek for submitting these lyrics.