Blowout

Radiohead

In my mind.

And nailed into my hands

All the time

Killing what I fed

And everything I touch turns to stone.

(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)

And everything I touch turns to stone.

(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)



I am fused

Just in case I blow out

I am glued

Just in case I crack out

And everything I touch turns to stone.

(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)

And everything I touch turns to stone.

(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)