Life In A Glasshouse — Radiohead

Once again I'm in trouble with my old friend She is papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Living in a glass house

Once again packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal highnesses

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat But there's someone listening in

Once again we are hungry for a lynching That's a strange mistake to make You should turn the other cheek Living in a glass house

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat But there's someone listening in