The Mother Lode - Thom Yorke

Another clown jumps off the lever

A shallow pool but it doesn’t matter

The way it goes, the way it goes

It’s falling through barriers and hedgerows

Hollow man hollow men proper

Where’s the impros when you need them?

But these brought by summer songs and backflips

By hallowe’en things should be different

A mother lode, a mother lode

Hollow man hollow men brought me

I’m a clown you don’t want her to know me The knife behind the curtain

Your truth is out of their league

Can’t see a way out of this one

The legs will jerk but nobody listens

At least he tells _ _ _ _

The last of all his courage

Press the button for a free ticket

Here he goes, hits the ground running