London
And when the morning came
I found myself the enclave
Of a tiny darkened space
And no one here to blame
Theres a burden in the back
Im the body in the bag
Theres a burden in the back
Im the body in the bag
Theres a muffled sound I hear
When the tires stop its clear
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
It sounds like London
Theres a burden in the back
Im the body in the bag
Tiny darkened space