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 With no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silence, silence 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 Such a pretty house And such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises (Get me outta here) No alarms and no surprises (Get me outta here) No alarms and no surprises, please