And how’s it feel?
Your open wound?
Your London Bridge has fallen down
Your highness bleeds
Your highness’ doomed
For better good or lesser evil

Our London Bridge has fallen down

I want you to
Care of my sick head
Get in my bed or just get out
I need a piece
piece of you
Pathetic fools should feed each other

And now [bad word] You’re on the road
I flick the ashes on the ground
Bloodsucking love
You [bad word] hurts
Our London Bridge has fallen down