I wake up every day, but I dont want it that way,
Take my thoughts to the roundabout,
Cos me and them, we like to get out,
Oh, what you do in your head,
You do in your head,
Oh, if he is dead,
He said he had a horrible house,
I looked in and learned to shut my mouth,
He said I had the look of a son,
With all the love and poison of London,
Oh, what you do in your head,
You do in your head,
Oh, if he is dead