dilluns, 24 de desembre de 2018

And the worms will come for you




Drift all you like
From ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions
And hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone.
When you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
You're my man of war.

And the worms will come for you,
Big Boots.

So unplug the phones,
Stop all the taps,
It all comes flooding back.
From poisoned clouds
To poisoned dwarf
You're my man of war.

And the worms will come for you,
Big Boots.

Yeah the worms will come for you,
Big Boots.
For you,
Big Boots.


Radiohead, Man of war.