Radiohead

A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal...

She looks like the real thing

She tastes like the real thing

My fake plastic love

Disappointed people

Clinging on to bottles,

And when it comes it's so, so...

Disappointing.

Don't question my authority

or put me in the dock

...I've given all I can

It's not enough

I've given all I can

But we're still on the payroll...

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.