Babyshambles

Roll a four, roll a nine
Find yourslef washed up in paradise
Just like before you didn't mind
Someone else washed up in paradies
Every day
What a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer
But the only thing you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
Than a bird that's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind.
Don't look at me like that she won't take you back
Said to much been too unkind
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind
Roll a four, roll a nine