I went and burned my bridges at the weekend
And now there's nothing left
But another week to end
And a sick and sunken soul
In a [bad word] body like mine
From London Bridge I swim to east along the tide

She says I won't wait, I won't wait
And now she tells me that she wants me
She says I won't wait, I won't wait
And now she tells me that she wants me
And won't you take me home

When battered heads
Dissemble and descend into a mess upon the city
When bleeding hearts awake from single beds
And paint themselves so very pretty
Well, from London Bridge
You know it's not such a bad sight
Oh, no, no

Shudder hard at those memories
Of those filthy nights we spent
I never wanted to be the one who just came and went
Oh, lover, you know I can't afford your game
Oh, lover, no I can't afford your game

She said..
When battered heads
Dissemble and descend into a mess upon the city
When bleeding hearts awake from single beds
And paint themselves so very pretty
When you're just eighteen you never win
And no, it's not right!
Well from London Bridge
You know it's not such a bad sight

I won't wait, I won't wait
And now she tells me that she wants me
She says I won't wait, I won't wait
And now she tells me that she wants me
And that she loves me. Oh, take me home!
Take me home. Well, won't you take me home? [bad word] on! Take me home!