I wake up every day
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the roundabout
'Cause 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, what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh, if he is dead