Retarded Fren [Thom Yorke & Jonny Greenwood Version] [*][Version]

An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay State taking wages the anonymous way Calmish Pay to the Amish selling Promise me gold bond, palm itch swelling With no tact, though Ipso facto Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! No question An ounce of prevention Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention Attention! No throwing stones at the homeless Or else ye' yourself may end up with your dome blessed Chrome dust, nano-sized particles Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! Defeats the purpose Greedily slurp up the surplus And burnt puss And so nervous, you can shirt must gush Hush, hush. Trust Villain til’ the Earth crust bust Self-defense, think he’s not real Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel Take it how you want it Fake it or flaunt it Need to put some brakes on it Shake it, dog-gone it! Dead drop Leave it right there Chop it off, heads bop Breath it like the air You hear? Study the devil Played the game and choose to deuce her on a bloody level Who sent him? Steady losing momentum Ol’ who’ll eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um And don’t matter where you come from, you bum! What happens when the poles shift? Won’t matter for shit. Who you roll with? Cold and stiff Hold the if If incase you need a facelift Sold a gift Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift The sun still shines in the morning He ain’t promised you more, but it's definitely scorching Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard Ask him do he give an F like report card Out-spit em’ like Jona Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses On this microphone business, it’s slaughter That’s on his 3 pre-mature daughters aortas The thoughts was a quarters, halfs, wholes A roll And good times sold like good dimes It’s just begun to began to begin To end, to start back again for smarter men and women And their forgotten retarded Fren