Head On a Spike

Hmmm there's a light spilling under the door,
Mmmm there's a phone comin' up through the floor,
I know you've explained, all the rules to the game,
Mmmm but i don't wanna play any more.

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 all right,
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,
Mmmm there's a man with a hand in his coat,
I know what you'd like, is my head on a spike,
Mmmm i don't wanna be in on the joke.

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 all right,
I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine,
It's beating better people than me.

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 all right,
I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine,
It's beating better people than me.

There's a car standing into a wall.