Lyrics: Thom Yorke
Music: Mark Pritchard/Thom Yorke
The sun will go out
Go back in it's box
Forever chained
It’s done it’s job
The teller’s curse
And for what it’s worth
A metal chain
A hammered claw
A pointed tooth
The sun has gone out
We sign their papers
We line their pockets
You should leave now
You should leave now
You should leave now
First come the shadows
And then the dirt
From what they stole
And say they borrow
With the wild and red
And the half-mad
And you forever chained
You and yours
They bet a dollar
And pay no taxes
Go back in the box now
To the gallows pole
The sun has gone out
The son of the old boss
The never chained
Ne'er do well
We sign their papers
We line their pockets
You should leave now
The men who dance
You should leave now
In stag's heads