Life In A Glasshouse - Radiohead

Once again I’m in trouble with my only friend

She is papering the window panes

She is putting on a smile

Living in a glasshouse

Once again packed like frozen food and battery hens

Think of all the starving millions

Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones

Your royal highnesses

Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat

Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat

Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat

But someone’s listening in Once again we are hungry for a lynching

That’s a strange mistake to make

You should turn the other cheek

Living in a glasshouse

Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat

Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat

Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat

Only, only, only, only, only, only, only

Only, only, only, only, only, only

There’s someone listening in