text: London Bridge Lyrics
  There wasn’t much left
  Except for the last twenty sack
  And the last twenty of my last cheque
  I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step
  Woke up and took it in with a half breath
  Then a deep sigh, I struck a matchstick
  I lit my cigarette, feeling half dead
  Whisky on my mind, then came the debt
  Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
  I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
  My girl cried baby this’ll be my last bye
  Baby in her arms, she took a cab home
  She told me I was only good for a sad song
  A crooked smile I gave, nonchalant about it
  Maybe she’ll come back, this time I doubt it
  Act like I care, but I really don’t
  Wanted to change but somehow I knew I really won’t
  See I’m the type of man who can’t stay out the bottle
  If the sun is out I’d rather be in the shadow
  Sadness is like a wound that I can’t heal
  Maybe I love blood, I just let it spill
  And I never turned to church for a praying hand
  God’s not going to lend another saving hand
  If the time came like it has time again
  Then I would watch the clock, and be late again
  One gun and a harley in the driveway
  One way out, dirt road pathway
  Put another dead butt in the ash tray
  I stand up still drunk, half baked
  Cover my eyes from the bright morning sun blaring
  And through the fence I can see this little boy staring
  Paid him no attention, in fact I barely seen him
  Until he walked away, and he started singing…
  London Bridge is falling down, falling down
  And if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
  Then we’ll crash, crash, right down again
  Oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again
  I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t see the wall
  And I went from running to a slow crawl
  I feel like I’m a child, but I’m afraid to cry
  Would say I’m okay, but I’m afraid to lie
  I speak no evil, but hear no angels
  My family is callin’, but all I see is strangers
  Take the bible from the hotel drawer
  Hell froze over, ice cold, hell’s door, knock-knock,
  I’m on the salt road non-stop
  The exit I will pass ’cause the sign did rot
  In the gust of a dry summer
  Dirty water in the tap, I think I found my number in the sand
  Right next to an empty can
  Old number seven, Jack is back again
  And the voice goes round and round
  And I would take the bridge but I can’t forget the sound
  London Bridge is falling down, falling down
  And if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
  Then we’ll crash, crash, right down again
  Oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  And we’ll crash, crash right down again
  Oh we’ll crash, crash right down again
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
  Rollin like a rock till I hit the ground
  Running from the law but I can’t be found
  Only my God can track me down
  I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down7Embed