Four Am

And it's four AM at the station, at Camden Town
She says I'm so predictable
Well that's a change
Got me thinking now what I got to say
What I got to do
Vicky line to Brixton
On a holiday just to nick some fruit
Through the market to the cemetery
Bad tendencies, no therapy, those memories, I love those memories

And everything just looks so different when I'm with you my love
And everyone looks at me different when I'm with you my love
And everything just looks so different when I'm with you my love
And everyone looks at me different when I'm with you my love
My love, my drug, my love, my love
My love

And there's couple things that I gotta say
Oh you are Shoreditch and Holloway
Got a couple of brothers and she got her hair colored
And she's got them tattoos where you want them placed
I hate it, I love it, I'm tight on a budget
Oh rope round like fuck it and down in a bucket
Don't sniff it, first cut it, oh what's the matter
Some do some for pain
Some do some for chatter
On the left there just clowns, on the right there jus wankers
Stagger lee out the cab yeah she fucked off with me
Out the cab yeah she fucked off from me
My love, my love oh

Now it's 7:15 at the station, at Clapham South
I'm tired alone and drunk and miserable
How typical, got me thinking what I gotta say
For you, for you to come and love me the same
My love, my love, my drug