I didn't ask to be Thom Yorke. Thom Yorke asked to be me.
I'll drown my beliefs. To have you be in peace.
Imagine? Yeah I can imagine John Lennon being dead.
Are you feeling lucky? Cause I'm on a roll.
I see fat kids on the street all the time and I give them free radiohead t-shirts with bullseyes on them. Later when I see them wearing the t-shirts I shoot at them with bb guns while riding a very large dog and singing kicking squealing gucci little piggy over and over
I tied a bunch of balloons to a beach chair and tried to float up to heaven. *begins to weep* There's no heaven, and birds tried to kill me! *shrivels up*