Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenientUpon Harrowdown Hill
Near where you used to go to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying downDid I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyesWe think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about itSo don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministryWe think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't countWe think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't countCan you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them
Away from themI can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me goneI'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyesWe think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same timeThere are too many of us
So you can't
There are too many of us
So you can't countIt has me led to the backroom
Harrowdown Hill
It has me led to the backroom
Harrowdown HillIt was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me
Songwriters
Yorke, Thomas EdwardPublished by
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