Black Swan - Thom Yorke

What will grow crooked, you can’t make straight

It’s the price that you gotta pay

Do yourself a favour and pack your bags

Buy a ticket and get on the train

Buy a ticket and get on the train

'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

'Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs

And laid down in the bitumen

You have tried your best to please everyone

But it just isn’t happening

No, it just isn’t happening

And it’s fucked up, fucked up

And this is fucked up, fucked up

This your blind spot, blind spot

It should be obvious, but it’s not

You cannot kick-start a dead horse

You just cross yourself and walk away

I don’t care what the future holds

'Cause I’m right here, and I’m today

With your fingers you can touch me

I am your black swan, black swan

(But I made it to the top, made it to the top)

And this is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, be your black swan

(But I made it to the top, made it to the top)

And for spare parts, we’re broken up

You are fucked up, fucked up

This is fucked up, fucked up

We are black swans, black swans

And for spare parts, we’re broken up