Paroles de The End Of The Dark, Tired Year

The end of a dark, tired year I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear And London is fucked - a busted bike with rusted gears I walk around with a knife in the cuff but that's not gonna be enough The end of a dark, tired year I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear And London is fucked - a busted bike with rusted gears It makes me dark, dead in the eyes, a shark