Creep

When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

And I wish I was special

You're so fucking special



But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here



I don't care if it hurts

I want to have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special



But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here



She's running out again

She's running out...



Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special...



But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here





Vocals and Guitar: Thom E. Yorke

Lead Guitar, Piano and Organ: Jon Greenwood

Guitar and Vocals: Ed O'Brien

Bass: Colin Greenwood

Drums: Phil Selway



Produced and engineered by Sean Slade and Paul Q. Kolderie.

Recorded at Chipping Norton Studio, Oxon.

Mixed by Sean Slade and Paul Q. Kolderie at Fort Apache, Roxbury, Mass.

Mastered by Chris Blair at Abbey Road.

Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd.