Radiohead - Life In a Glasshouse

Once again, I'm in trouble with my own friend She is papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Living in a glass house Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal highnesses Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well, of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat But someone's listening in Once again, we are hungry for a lynching That's a strange mistake to make You should turn the other cheek Living in a glass house Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well, of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat Only, only, only Only, only, only Only, only, only Only, only, only There's someone listening in