Radiohead hits

Black star
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they did to you
What are we coming to?What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that [beams(maybe "brings")] me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind I try tounderstand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but it`s 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the fallingsky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep crushing out
When I see a face like youWhat am I coming to?
I just don't know anymore

I Blame it on the black star
I Blame it on the falling sky
I Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
Tonight, this is killing me
Tonight,this is killing me

Banana co

Oh, banana co.
We really love you and we need you
And oh, banana co.
We'd really love to believe you, but
Everything's underground
We gotta dig it up somehowYeah yeah

Oh, she said no go
She said she'd like to
She's seen you
But no, banana co.
She knows if you die then we all do
Everything's underground
We gotta dig it up somehow
Yeah yeahEverything's burning down
We gotta put it out somehow
Yeah yeah

Go to sleep
Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something big is gonna happen
Over my dead body
Someone sawsomeone's daughter
Over my dead body
This is how I ended up sucked in
Over my dead body
I'm gonna go to sleep and let this wash all over me.

We don't really want a monster taking over
Tiptoeing, tying down
We don't want the loonies takin' over
Tip toeing, tying down our arms
May pretty horses come to you as you sleep
I'm not gonna go to sleep and let this wash all over me