The end of a dark, tired year
I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer
I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear
And London is fucked - a busted bike with rusted gears
I walk around with a knife in the cuff but that's not gonna be enough
The end of a dark, tired year
I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer
I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear
And London is fucked - a busted bike with rusted gears
It makes me dark, dead in the eyes, a shark