A música Creep foi escrita por Thom Yorke sobre sua própria autoimagem e sensação de não pertencer. A inspiração veio após uma experiência de olhar para alguém do qual ele gostava de longe, mas não ter a coragem de abordá-la. Foi considerada um hino do auto-desprezo dos anos 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