Thom Yorke Lyrics
"The Mother Lode"

Another clown jumps off the ladder
A shallow pool but it doesn't matter
The way it goes, the way it goes
It's falling through barriers and hedgerows
Hollow man hollow hand puppet
Where's the applause when you need them?
But these brought by summersaults and backflips
I had a dream that things should be different
A mother lode, a mother lode
Hollow man hollow hand puppet
I'm a clown you don't want to know me
The knife behind the curtain
Your truth is ordinary
Can't see a way out of this one
He makes a joke, but nobody listens
At least he doesn't know it
The last of all his courage
Press the button for a free ticket
Here he goes, hits the ground running