Thom Yorke - Gawpers lyrics

Telephone Call me Who put all the s**t in your head? Tell them things Saying things ‘Till you break Filthy walls .. Who put all the s**t in your head? Pile it in Half asleep Half awake Let the demons out your head Let the demons out your head How they grow How they stare How they go We would like some privacy Strangled roots becoming trees How they slip How they stare How they go Weave into your dream Weave into your dream Weave into your dream Weave Weave