London Halflife

Lyrics

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