Life in a Glass House Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend She is papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Living in a glass house Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal highnesses Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat But someone's listening in. Once again, we are hungry for a lynching That's a strange mistake to make You should turn the other cheek Living in a glass house Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat But someone's listening in.

Originally released: June 2001 Found on: Amnesiac "Life in a Glass House" follows the Radiohead tradition of having a powerful, emotional song at the end of the album. This song is without a doubt amazing and features Veteran jazz trumpeter Humphrey Lyttleton. Review from SXSW by Allstar: Last but certainly not least was "Life in a Glass House," another surprise from a band from which nothing seems surprising anymore. Beginning with an atmospheric loop and clanging church-like bells, the song quickly morphed into a New Orleans-style, big-band rumpshaker. Fueled by a horn section that included a clarinet, a trumpet, a trombone, and who knows what else, "Glass House" would have served well as a time-travelers glimpse into the Third Millennium during a 1930s Mardi Gras ball.

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