[Instrumental]
I was born with 7 hearts
Each one bigger than a
It's a cold dry morning
I got the radio on
The traffic
Ding dong, the witch is dead
she took a bullet to
Lisa from steps, she's the one with the dark hair
curled
Gentlemen, we have a problem
There's a journalist down in the
I'm going outside
not for long
but i think you need a
I was drinking at the BBC
When someone put ketamine in
Last night I was walking home from work across the
I give up, we're all fucked
A pile of bodies for
Waist deep in the Thames on a Sunday morning
She kissed
No one pulled your strings
No one kicked your arse
No one
Wake up, wake up baby and go home.
Rub your eyes,
The girl sat me down with a coffee and she
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