Round the Houses Lyrics
I’m all alone on London bridge, it’s 5am, ya said i’m too chicken shit, too make it this far on my own but here I am.
There’s a pack of crooks approaching me, they took my wallet and all my money, they threw my phone into the river because it wasn’t worth the time.
I already lost my mind in bruises and blisters over time, walking the finest of fine line’s to you.
Ashes to ashes and door to door, selling shit you’ve seen before, there’s no way to keep score with you.
And we go on and on and round the houses’ home.
All you are is nose and cheeks but I see it when you grin and me, the picket fence that keeps the words behind your teeth.
Street lights flicker on our street, suburbia and our parents’ dreams, you’d barricade the door and say you love me.
And we go on and on and round the houses’ home.
And we go on and on and round the houses, how’s it supposed to be without this?
On and on but always round it never fucking ends.
and we go on and on and round the houses the scoring board has reached a thousand,
marked it down and stopped my rousing
what can I do when
we go on and on and round the houses’ home.