Foreign Spies

In a beautiful world, we are melting
And go running, nailed down
Somewhere lurking, form a line
Falling over, zip-tied

Foreign spies
Foreign spies

In a beautiful world, paved with gold
But who's counting way up there?
And they're grabbing kitchen knives
Every time our backs are turned

Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies

It's a beautiful world



Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Greenwood, Thom Yorke, Tom Skinner
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