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 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 learnt to shut my mouth He said I had the luck 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, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh, if he is dead