Thom Yorke - The Axe

Goddamn machinery Why don't you speak to me? One day I am gonna take an axe to you The pitter patter What does it matter? And where's that love You promised me? I'm pierced by long nails By coloured windmills Your soft sustaining Envelope I thought we had a deal I thought we had a deal I thought we had a deal I thought we had a deal I thought we had a deal I thought we had a deal You bastards speak to me Have you no pity? Give me a goddamned good reason Not to jack it all in You wooden soldiers I'm daring you to turn yourselves on I thought we had a deal (Could've loved me) (I've had my fill) (I've had my fill of hurt) (Had had my fill of hurt) (I've had my fill of hurt) (Had had my fill of hurt) (I've had my fill of hurt) (I've had my fill of hurt)