They've gone and left me for her other way
Each every time I think the wheel around,
It's gone.

I've got a reason for heading home
It's not serene,
It don't make sense to me.
I've got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed
Seems to tingle as the razor ball, it cover and claw
I see it shine
I see it stare
Holding heart
In my hand.
Take the master morgue and make her have him sitting offside
Let the glory boy of Mr Henry have it on rye.

Pass us some normal meat
Keep us insane
Bores who take away
Feel it.
The habits survive
But old of his hand
Guised in moment he
Teeny hate.

O Di
You should've known you could have rested on me
Each every time I kept the real alive
You took me for the drive to feel the feat
And it's hard.