Million Dollar Question
Thom Yorke
Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late for work
And take a holiday
Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no one's listening anyay
Just trying to bribe me
And if it's alright, then what are we doing here?
And if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear
And if it's alright, I'll tell you 'cause you'll never understand
And if it's alright, I'll beg you, because I'm a begging kind of man
Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
But no-one's looking anway
I hope they miss me
(Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake)