Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow, it's what you feel now, what you ought to, what you ought to. An elephant that's in the room is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling, in duplicate & duplicate, and plastic bags, and duplicate & triplicate, dead from the neck up... I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed, stuffed, we thought you had it in you but not, but not. Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough, I love you but enough is enough, enough. And now stop - there's no real reason.
YOU'VE GOT A HEAD FULL OF FEATHERS,
YOU GOT MELTED TO BUTTER...
♪. Radiohead - Faust Arp