Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging 'round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself, just you
You and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the fifteenth floor
You've changed the locks three times
I still come reeling through the door
One day I'll get to you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself, just you
You and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself you do
And that's why it really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself just you
You and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, self

You do it to yourself, you do it to yourself
Yeah, yeah, you do it to yourself, yes, yes, you
You do it to yourself

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Writer(s): Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke