A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises This is my final fit My final bellyache With no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please