Can't get the stink off He's been hanging round for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends One day he'll get to you And teach you how to be a holy cow
You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three times He still comes reeling through the door One day I'll get you And teach you how to get to purest hell
You do it to yourself, you do And that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you, you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourself Just you, you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.
Compositores: Colin Charles Greenwood (PRS), Edward John O'brien (PRS), Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood (PRS), Philip James Selway (PRS), Thomas Edward Yorke (Thom Yorke) (PRS)Editor: Keyboard Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1994ECAD verificado obra #641980 e fonograma #923330 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM