Black Swan
What will grow crooked, you can't make straight
It's the price that you've gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And that is fucked up, fucked up
Well, this is fucked up, fucked up
This is your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not
You cannot kick-start a dead horse
You just cross yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
'Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me
I am your black swan, black swan
(But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And this is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swans, black swans
(But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And for spare parts, we're broken up
You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swans, black swans
And for spare parts, we're broken up
It's the price that you've gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And that is fucked up, fucked up
Well, this is fucked up, fucked up
This is your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not
You cannot kick-start a dead horse
You just cross yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
'Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me
I am your black swan, black swan
(But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And this is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swans, black swans
(But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And for spare parts, we're broken up
You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up
We are black swans, black swans
And for spare parts, we're broken up
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Edward Yorke
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