He said he didn't even hear trains let alone the few words The ladies maybe sayin' about him She freaks and tells her closest friend that she'll never love again But she'll never, no not ever Live without him
Wouldn't believe it, if you see it Oh, Mayhem doo doo doop Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop A lotta a Mayhem, who oh oh yeah
She said he didn't mean a thing so shw threw her diamond ring Out the window of a black cab in Camden He couldn't take it, what she did, So he threw a hissy fit and he took it out on anyone at random
Dinning sound lights spinning round, some mother son Gotta fight or got to run run run run Run run run run run
Ten pints and then he start a fight and he lands himself a night In a cell wearing grey pants and bruises Twelve mates bangin' on the door, oh the back up vans galore Never saw such a street full of losers
Compositor: Imelda Mary Higham (Imelda May) ECAD: Obra #15483964 Fonograma #18331884