Lyrics by Thom Yorke, Photo from Google

What will grow crooked, you can't make straight
It's the price that you 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
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not

But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart 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, made it to the top)
This is fucked up, fucked up
(I'm a baby in the dust, a baby in the dust)

Be your black swan, black swan
(I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And for spare parts, we're broken up
(I'm a baby in the dust, I'm a baby in the dust)

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
And for spare parts, we're broken up