London Halflife

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist

London half-life

Middle-aged, you the low-riser?

A little over wise, up late

And if you compromised

Drive your car through the rain

And if you've been beaten

Drive your car through the rain

Until you wash off the boss

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

Won't watch out

You're only better off in half your life

Over wise wasted

Over wise wasted

House of cards, you fall hard