A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon [C7]monoxide
And no alarms and [Bm]no surprises
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises
Silent
Silent
This is my [A]final fit
My final bellyache
With no alarms and [Bm]no surprises
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises
Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises
No alarms and [Bm]no surprises, please
