Thom Yorke - The Axe Lyrics

Goddamned machinery

Why don't you speak to me?

One day I am gonna take an axe to you

The pitter patter

What does it matter?

And where's that love

You promised me?

I'm pierced by long nails

By colored windmills

And your soft sustaining

Envelope



I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal



You bastards speak to me

Have you no pity?

Give me a goddamned good reason

Not to jack it all in

You wooden soldiers

I'm daring you to turn yourselves on

I thought we had a deal