He`s Dead

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