Radiohead México » The Bends (Sencillo)

My Iron Lung

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:07:39 +0000

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 recieving 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

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

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

Bones

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:05:06 +0000

I don’t want to be crippled and cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

Now I can’t climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozac painkillers

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

And I used to fly like Peter Pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

The Bends

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:02:50 +0000

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
‘Cause I’d be scared
that there’s nothing underneath

And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby’s got the bends, oh no!
We don’t have any real friends, no, no, no

I’m just lying in a bar
With my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend
Waiting for something to happen

And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish,
I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high

My baby’s got the bends, oh no!
We don’t have any real friends, no, no, no

I’m just lying in a bar
With my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend
waiting for something to happen

And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish,
I wish that something would

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you?