The Wanderer
Kid A
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry
Hey you, White House
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
Pig stain on your fat chin
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Mary you're nearly a treat...
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying with cancer of heart
So have a good drown
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry
Hey you, White House
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
Pig stain on your fat chin
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Mary you're nearly a treat...
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying with cancer of heart
So have a good drown