black swan

bir thom yorke sarkısı.

what will grow crooked you can't make straight
it's the price that you've gotta pay
do yourself a favour and pack your bags
buy a ticket and get on a train

'cause this is fucked up, fucked up

people get crushed like biscuit crumbs
and laid down in the bitumen
you have tried your best to please everyone
but it just isn't happening
no it just isn't happening

and that is fucked up
fucked up
well this is fucked up
fucked up

this your blind spot, blind spot
it should be obvious, but it's not
but it isn't,oh but it isn't

you cannot kickstart a dead horse
you'll just cross yourself and walk away
i don't care what the future holds
'cause i'm right here and i'm today
with your fingers you can touch me

i am your black swan, black swan
(but i made it to the top)
and this is fucked up, fucked up
i'll be your black swan, black swan
(but i made it to the top)
and for spare parts
we're broken up

you are fucked up
fucked up
this is fucked up
fucked up
we are black swans,
black swans
and for spare parts
we're broken up