Babyshambles

Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road,
Don't get surrounded by people you hate,
Choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate.
Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
one gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side.
What is it that you're doing to me, I don't know, I know, I know, I know, I know, there came a truce and tea