And when the morning came
I found myself the enclave
Of a tiny darkened space
And no one here to blame
There's a burden in the back
I'm the body in the bag
There's a burden in the back
I'm the body in the bag
There's a muffled sound I hear
When the tires stop it's clear
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
There's a burden in the back
I'm the body in the bag
Tiny darkened space