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