I wake up every day
But I dont want it that way
I take my thoughts to the roundabout
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh-oh, if he is dead
La da la *3
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the look of a son
With all the love and poison of london
Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh-oh-oh if he is dead
Oh-oh-oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh-oh-oh if he is dead
La da la...
