A heart that’s full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t healYou were so tired, happy,bring down the government, they don’t, they don’t speak for herI’ll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxideNo alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprisesSilent, silentThis is my final fit, my final bellyache withNo alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprises, pleaseSuch a pretty house, such a pretty gardenNo alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please