London

It's 2 a.m in London now
 in a few short hours the sun comes up
 they'll be calling you to the bordering sin
 they'll be calling you to clean it up.
 Why don't you stay home?
 Why don't you stay home?
 Why don't you stay home?
 I'll call you when I get up.
 I've been 13 hours on the murder way
 I think the pace player quick
 I've got 3 more weeks to pervert us,
 and tambourines and benefits.
 Why don't you stay home?
 Why don't you stay home?
 Why don't you stay home?
 I'll call you when I get up
 Do you know her ways that nothing's real
 when the clocks between 3 and 4
 Do you know the ways the fear is will
 there's a way that comes back once more.
 I've got no idea, what brought me here?
 I found no records but to remain
 there's no deep repart, there's a hoping bear
 it's another year, of seas-less rain.
 Why don't you stay home?
 I'll call you when I get up