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