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