Lyrics:

I wake up every day
But I don't 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-oh, if he is dead

He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learned 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