Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in the wishing well For us You just move your hands upon the wall
The joke is that U2's new record only looked like a virus. Enjoy mining bitcoins for me losers.
I don't write lyrics, the lyrics write Thom Yorke
I'd like to run for president. Or Prime Minister. I think I could do a better job.
Have I told you I have cancer? It's a very special kind of cancer. Cancer of the soul.
I once got hit with a taser at a concert and everyone thought I was dancing. Now I have to do that dance, at every show for the rest of my life, or admit that a taser can damage the Thom Yorke