Radiohead

Once again, I'm in trouble with my owm friend
She is paperin' the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Livin' in a glass house
Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the starvin' millions
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones
Your royal highnesses
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
But someone's listening in.