He's Dead

I wake up every day, but I don't want it that way
I 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