Optimistic Lyrics
February 25, 2008 by the Editor
Filed under Kid-A Lyrics
Flies are buzzing around my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem give me some
You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)
This one’s optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)
I’d really like to help you man
I’d really like to help you man…..
Nervous messed up marionette
Floating around on a prison ship
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs Roaming the earth (x3)
How to Disappear Completely Lyrics
February 25, 2008 by the Editor
Filed under Kid-A Lyrics
That there
That’s not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I’m not here
This isn’t happening
I’m not here
I’m not here
In a little while
I’ll be gone
The moment’s already passed
Yeah it’s gone
And I’m not here
This isn’t happening
I’m not here
I’m not here
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I’m not here
This isn’t happening
I’m not here
I’m not here
The National Anthem Lyrics
February 25, 2008 by the Editor
Filed under Kid-A Lyrics
Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
what so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and beright stars,
through the perilous fight,
o’er the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket’s red glare,
The bombs bursting in aiiiiiirrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gave proof through the night,
that our flag was still there.
Oh say does that star spangled banannner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free,
and the home of the brave?
Kid A Lyrics
February 25, 2008 by the Editor
Filed under Kid-A Lyrics
I slipped away
I slipped on a little white lie
We’ve got heads on sticks
You’ve got ventriloquists (times 2)
Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed (times 4)
Rats and children’ll follow me out of town.
Rats and children follow me out of their homes.
come on kids
