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Myxomatosis (Judge, Jury and Executioner)
by Radiohead



The mongrel cat came home,
Holding half a head.
Proceeded to show it off,
To all his new found friends.
He said I been where I liked,
He slept with who I like.
She ate me up for breakfast,
She screwed me in a vice.
But now
I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied...

I sat in the cupboard,
And wrote it down real neat.
They were cheering and waving,
Cheering and waving,
Twitching and salivating like with Myxomatosis.
But it got edited fucked up,
Strangled - beaten up.
Used in a photo in a Time Magazine,
Buried in a burning black hole in devon.

I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied...
Don't know why I feel
So skinned alive.
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive,
I twitch and I salivate, like with Myxomatosis.
You should put me in a home or you should put me down,
I got Myxomatosis,
I got Myxomatosis.
Yeah no one likes a smartass,
We all like stars.
(But that wasn't my intention; I did it for a reason)
It must have got mixed up,
Strangled; Beaten up.
I got Myxomatosis,
I got Myxomatosis.
I don't know why I
Feel so toungue-tied.
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