I am a choking ghost, less a voice with which to say
“I’m sorry for the part in your cracked smile that’s been played”
I ain’t afraid of this, I ain’t afraid of truth
I ain’t afraid of anything but the risk of losing you
These moods of mine are like spinning coins that haven’t settled on their side
I’m kicking down the walls, I don’t know why
Get down, get down, gotta let this baby drown, yeah . . . get down
Oh how I frown but to turn that upside down
Strike a match and we all come crashing down
The eyes the back of this head have been a-watering
I can’t afford the light to see through the morning
The man at the door he’s calling my name
He attributes his failure to my lack of anything
Don’t you dare come round with the big ‘I AM’
Because as high as you stand you’re just a backward hand
I am abusive Fathers that have never raised a hand
I am spoilt infant boys with heads in buckets full of sand
Why can’t you be my mother? Why can’t you be my home?
Why can’t I put my boots on you when they’re soaked right through from the streets I’ve roamed?
Get down, get down, gotta let this baby drown
Singing songs that don’t belong with voices that sound better in my head
I’ll stab you in the dark and though you won’t feel a thing, I’ll crawl over every inch of you
Get down, get down, gotta let this baby drown
England loves her underground
Get down, England loves us underground!
Oooooh, get it on, get it on
Get down, England loves us underground, get down