DESCRIPTION:
Thom Yorke: ""This is dedicated to our glorious leaders, or alteast some of them who saw fit to take us to a war that nobody wanted, kill thousands of... about tens of thousands of innocent people. And they shall go to their grave with it on their conscience. And I hope that's ok for them. Anyway..."

Lyrics:

While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body's floating down the muddy river