Head on a Spike

Hmmm there's a light spilling under the door

mmm there's a phone comin up through the floor

I know you've explained all the rules to the game

mmm but I don't wanna play any more

(chorus)

I'm losing my days I'm losing my nights

it's part of the ageing process

I'm losing my left I'm losing my right

my memory's strange to hopeless

I'm losing my will I'm losing my fight

I'm pretty punched up but that's allright

I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine

it's beating better people than me

there's a fire rising up in my throat

mmm there's a man with a hand in his coat

I know what you'd like is my head on a spike

mmm I don't wanna be in on the joke

(chorus)

I'm losing my days I'm losing my nights

it's part of the ageing process

I'm losing my left I'm losing my right

My memory's strange to hopeless

I'm losing my will I'm losing my fight

I'm pretty punched up but that's allright

I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine

it's beating better people than me

(repeat)

There's a car standing into a wall