text: A heart thats full up like a landfill
  A job that slowly kills you
  Bruises that won’t heal
  You look so tired, unhappy
  Bring down the government
  They dont, they dont speak for us
  I’ll take a quiet life
  A handshake of carbon monoxide
  And no alarms and no surprises
  No alarms and no surprises
  No alarms and no surprises
  He was, he was
  This is my final fit
  My final bellyache