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