Bad Wolf

Listening to Radiohead again while I’m writing and it’s no surprise I try to work in as many lyrics and references to their songs that I can in my writing without getting sued. I also like the way Bad Wolf sounds, clearly, one of the Doctor Who writers does too.

I keep listening to random Radiohead songs and they do something for me. The songs transcend time and space. I swear after being in a room listening to Radiohead you feel as if you don’t know what’s real. Sometimes you tend to doubt your own existence. Crazy how Mr. Yorke has this talent.

Wolf at the Door – Radiohead

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knives you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the gunge
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don’t you dare
Don’t you dare
Don’t you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the tax man
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don’t look in the mirror at the face you don’t recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don’t pay the ransom
And I’ll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
In a tight little world
And are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers city
Boys in First Class don’t know we’re born just know
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you’d get up get over
Get up get over and turn the tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don’t pay the ransom
And I’ll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

So I’m just gonna

Read more: Radiohead – A Wolf At The Door Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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