No Surprises by Radiohead

A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take the quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises

Silent
Silent

This is my final fit, my final belly-ache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

It is so obviously a beautiful ballad to finally being free of a horridly mediocre and painful existence- th freedom of
a peaceful suicide. Take the first lines: "A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that
won't heal". - So you look at life, and this is your existence. All the emotional garbage, the hurt, letdowns,
heartbreak, loss and misery that are incredibly powerful toxins just bursting from your heart- too much damage
done to ever get right (hence the "bruises that won't heal"). "Being sown the government, they don't speak for us"
I believe is a metaphor for no one truly understanding this misery, and bitterness at the world for the pain you're in
now. While day in and day out, you're going to work, putting on that facade that everything is okay cuz you have
to, doing what ya gotta do to exist as a human. But that's stealing all of your time, leaving you not even a MOMENT
to try to get your head together, leaving you with no choice but a slow death (especially emotionally) in the grind.
One day, you really look in the mirror and truly realize- you're so tired-unhappy, this will never end and you just
can't take it anymore. Enter the "handshake of carbon monoxide", the eternal sleep, quiet and uneventful, just like
the rest of your mundane existence. It just ends, no alarms and no surprises. There's no more pain, just "silence,
silence". A death like this would be the "final fit, my final bellyache"... No more mental racket, it all just ends. "get
me outta here". And as you drift off into that final, beautiful sleep (hence the lullabye tone of the song), you realize
that the entirety of your pathetic existence came down to "such a pretty house and such a pretty garden". It wasn't
enough to keep you going. No alarms and no surprises, please. Sounds beautiful to me.