Thom Yorke
Tiptoe
[Verse 1]
We're just baggage with no label
You may find us in the rubble
While you people tiptoe, tiptoe
Far away from the windows

[Verse 2]
All of you appeasers and enablers
Eating scraps from the swill
As quietly as insects
A toxic repetition

[Verse 3]
You were just being clever
Pulling out all the feathers
And destroying the labels
Knowing we wouldn't see