My Iron Lung

faith, you're driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it but it hurts like hell

my brain says I'm receiving pain
a lack of oxygen
from my life support, my iron lung

we're too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are losing it, can't you tell

we scratch our eternal itch
a twentieth century bitch
and we are grateful for our iron lungs

the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

suck, suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained and dumb
when the power runs out we'll just hum

this, this is our new song
just like the last one
a total waste of time, my iron lung

the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

and if you're frightened
you can be frightened
you can be, it's OK
and if you're frightened
you can be frightened
you can be, it's OK

the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon

The Trickster

lost in the mountains
rust in my brain
the air is sacred here
in spite of your claim

up on the rooftops
out of reach
trickster is meaningless
trickster is weak

he's talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway

I wanted you so bad
that I couldn't say
all these things fall apart

we wanted out so bad
that we couldn't say
these things fall apart

we're talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway

truant kids
a can of brick dust worms
who do not want to climb down from
their chestnut tree

long white gloves
police check carefully
escaped from the zoo
the perfect child facsimile is

talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway

Lewis (Mistreated)

bummed out again by your only business friend
the smell of fear is thicker than you think
don't do it, don't jump

changed shape to fit, in the end you just feel sick
at a minimalized size, under anaesthetic
hey don't do it, don't jump

Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really mattered

we never noticed, we never understood
he just got crushed to fit, he never even smelt out the best
it's the best, it's the best day of your life

Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really matters
no, I swear, I swear, I swear

oh, mistreated, a low corporate
mistreated, a low corporate

I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis

Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong

I wrapped you inside my coat
when they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no-one can touch me
now that I'm held in your spell

a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust

sell me a car that goes
sell me a house that stands
I never cared before, I never cared before
I never cared before, before, before, before

a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust

a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust

I stood in front of her face
when the first bullet was shot

This dreamy freak-out had its origins in a row between Yorke and his girlfriend. The title referred to the couple's curious way of resolving their disagreements. "Whenever my partner and I have fights, we pull out our Punch and Judy puppets", Yorke revealed. After one particulary energetic spat, Judy needed to be taken back to the toy shop for repairs, at which point Yorke wrote a song oozing contrition, "A beautiful girl can turn your world to dust".

--Q: Complete Radiohead

Lozenge of Love

I am gone
everybody's raging
and these fruits
they still taste of poison

I won't be around
when you really need me

I can't sleep
why can't someone hold me
I need warmth
my restless body cracks and moans

I won't have the strength
when you really need me

You Never Wash Up After Yourself

I must get out once in a while
everything's starting to die
the dust settles, the worms dig
the spiders crawl over the bed

I must get out once in a while
I eat all day and now I'm fat
yesterday's meal is hugging the plates
you never wash up after yourself