The mongrel cat came home holding half a head, proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends.
He said "I been where I liked, I slept with who I liked, she ate me up for breakfast, she screwed me in a vice. And now I don't know why I feel so tongue tied".
I sat in the cupboard and wrote it down in neat.
They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving, twitching and salivating, like with myxomatosis.
But I got edited, fucked up. Strangled, beaten up. Used as a photo in Time magazine. Buried in a burning black hole in Devon.
"I don't know why I feel so tongue tied, don't know why I feel so skinned alive"
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive, I twitch and salivate like with myxomatosis. You should put me in a home or you should put me down.
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
"Now no one likes a smart arse, but we all like stars"
That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason. He shook hands with the cripples and he gave them all milk. He did a few card tricks for his mafia geeks.
But now, "I don't know why I feel so tongue tied"

Judge, Jury & Executioner (a.k.a. Myxomatosis)
Radiohead