I wake up every day but I don't 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

Oh, I'll watch you do in your head

You'll do in your head

Oh, if he is dead