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
