The End Of The Dark Tired Year

The end of a dark, tired year

I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer

I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear

And London is fucked,

A busted bike with rusted gears

I walk around with a knife in the cuff

But that's not gonna be enough

The end of a dark, tired year

I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer

I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear

And London is fucked,

A busted bike with rusted gears

It makes me dark, dead in the eyes, a shark