One of these days you'll get away from London town   Causing chaos and delay on the underground   I'll read your letter as I pass away the time   Stuck in a tunnel on the Hammersmith and City line      I'll hurry home a little bored but still alive   Unplug the phone to keep the outside world outside   I'll take some aspirin then I'll take myself to bed   You'll be gone and you'll be dead, all because I never said      Lean on me I won't fall over   I'm made of steel and stone cold sober   If you feel the need come over   Lean on me I won't fall over      You're off the wagon, you were never really on   Chasing the dragon like you're   Saint fucking George or someone   Stop punching walls don't cut yourself   Shift some burden onto somebody else      Lean on me I won't fall over   I'm made of steel and stone cold sober   If you feel the need come over   Lean on me I won't fall over      Am I made of wood, am I too arrogant?   To be the last of the good Samaritans?   Stop punching walls, don't cut yourself   Try shifting some burden onto someone else      Don't give up hope if you think you can't cope   We should keep in touch if it gets too much   Have faith in yourself for the sake of your health   Stop sniffing glue try something new   Confide in your friends you'll get by in the end   If nothing else works have you tried the church?      I didn't want to be so dozy, darling   I should have promised you a rosy garden   And told you life is sweet, stick around and enjoy it   Flush that stupid nonsense down the toilet   And lean on me I want fall over