Heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tight and happy Bring down the government Cause they don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache No alarms and no surprises Please Search a pretty house And search a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises Please Thanks for watching!