He's Dead

I wake up every day

But I don't want it that way

I take my thoughts to the round about

'Cause me and them we like to get outOh, what you do in your head

You do in your head

Oh, if he is deadHe said he had a horrible house

I looked in and learnt to shut my mouth

He said I had the luck of a son

With all the love and poison of LondonOh, what you do in your head

You do in your head

Oh, if he is deadOh, what you do in your head

You do in your head

Oh, if he is dead