Creep fue escrita por Thom Yorke sobre su propia autoimagen y sensación de no pertenecer. La inspiración vino después de una experiencia de mirar a alguien que le gustaba de lejos, pero no tener el coraje de acercarse. Se consideró un himno del auto-desprecio de los años 90.
When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eyes You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry You float like a feather in a beautiful world I wish I was special, you're so fucking special (play loud) 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 wanna 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 (play loud) But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here (play loud) Oooh, oooh, she's running out the door... She's running out, she run, run, run... Ruuuuuuuun... Ruuuuuuuuuuun... (play soft until the end) 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