Letra de London Halflife

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist
London half-life
Middle-aged, you're the low-riser
Getting 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
Won't watch out
You're only better off in half your life

Otherwise wasted
Otherwise wasted
House of cards, you fall hard