Lyrics The Mother Lode - Thom Yorke

The Mother Lode

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