Tekst
Then give me your word,
I've never heard anything so absurd.
All I ask is that you cut me some slack.
Stop lingering and jump off my back.
Struck a living in this side.
This is London in the slums.
Sometimes I did never learn
there are no rules of thumb.
Certainty's lost.
A distant memory, a thing of the past.
A pause, a guesswork in the wise,
constantly wondering and wandering.
Struck a living in this side.
This is London in the slums.
Sometimes I did never learn,
there are no rules of thumb.
Then give me your word,
I've never heard anything so absurd.
All I ask is that you cut me some slack.
Stop lingering and jump off my back.
Struck a living in this side.
This is London in the slums.
Sometimes I did never learn,
there are no rules of thumb.
