London Half Life

Middle-aged, do the low-rise on the waist

London half-life

Middle-aged, you're the low-riser

Little over myself today



And if you're compromised

Drive your car through the rain

And if you've been beaten

Drive your car through the rain

'Til you wash off the buzz

Don't pull over 'til you're sure



One that wanted the floor, one that won't know the street

One that wanted to land, on the hearth with his feet up

Whoa, watch out

You're only better off than half your life

Otherwise wasted

Otherwise wasted

House of cards, you fall hard