Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Are you enjoying that?
Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!
I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face
To give you mothafuckas a taste
Of whatever I'm kickin'
Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'
Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'
Flickin'
The cunt-ilingous real tough
'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin'
ear muffs
Lick it up
Because I gets to the point
Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint
Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper
More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing
vapors
Where the papers?
Because I wanna get high
Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky
I'm quite disgusted
When some gets apathetic
I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like
cryogenics
Anasthetic, carbon monoxide
A mind-meld
Pressure on your mind until your mind swells
It's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Listen as I mingle
You start to tingle
You peep the jingle
I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single
Lyrics illuminate like some candles
Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles
Dimension X is the port to imagination
Desecration
Of the body, mind deprivation
In relation
To the son of man you can't avoid
'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink
Floyd
Can you see me?
Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me
A hexogonic case
Skeleton face
On your TV
Turn the channel
And I'll just reappear
And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...
On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda
deep like Atlantis
Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous
But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em'
I aim to split em'
And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm
I'm bringin'
Pain to your ears loud and clear
So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down...
(Weird!!)
I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my
skeleton
The thinks you think are mandatory I think are
irrelevent
In fact, a lunatic is not always insane
Society bends the mind intends to give pain
Maintain long enough to live your life
Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid
Looking for my mind, I think I lost it
And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna
talk shit
I give a fuck not what you think
I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink
So think
Sucka
Mothafucka
You besta back up
Before I crack up
And nut-up
And fuck yo' ass up
I rip the rhyme like it has to be
What's my mental capacity
You're askin' me
I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale
I'm walkin' a ghostly trail
Scratches from the fingernails
Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state
But wait, it gets better, just wait
Something weird....
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Yeah....
Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!
I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face
To give you mothafuckas a taste
Of whatever I'm kickin'
Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'
Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'
Flickin'
The cunt-ilingous real tough
'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin'
ear muffs
Lick it up
Because I gets to the point
Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint
Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper
More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing
vapors
Where the papers?
Because I wanna get high
Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky
I'm quite disgusted
When some gets apathetic
I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like
cryogenics
Anasthetic, carbon monoxide
A mind-meld
Pressure on your mind until your mind swells
It's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Listen as I mingle
You start to tingle
You peep the jingle
I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single
Lyrics illuminate like some candles
Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles
Dimension X is the port to imagination
Desecration
Of the body, mind deprivation
In relation
To the son of man you can't avoid
'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink
Floyd
Can you see me?
Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me
A hexogonic case
Skeleton face
On your TV
Turn the channel
And I'll just reappear
And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...
On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda
deep like Atlantis
Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous
But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em'
I aim to split em'
And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm
I'm bringin'
Pain to your ears loud and clear
So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down...
(Weird!!)
I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my
skeleton
The thinks you think are mandatory I think are
irrelevent
In fact, a lunatic is not always insane
Society bends the mind intends to give pain
Maintain long enough to live your life
Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid
Looking for my mind, I think I lost it
And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna
talk shit
I give a fuck not what you think
I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink
So think
Sucka
Mothafucka
You besta back up
Before I crack up
And nut-up
And fuck yo' ass up
I rip the rhyme like it has to be
What's my mental capacity
You're askin' me
I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale
I'm walkin' a ghostly trail
Scratches from the fingernails
Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state
But wait, it gets better, just wait
Something weird....
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Yeah....
Lyrics submitted by nikuku
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