Oh, di   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      Oh, 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