Kasabian

Come down lady, flying eight miles high
You got the soul and you don't even, don't even try
Jet black tulip like a smoking gun
You got no rhythm but you know how to, know how to run
At the narcotic farm they will do you no harm
Hey, follow me down
To where the executioner will bring me back 'round
Hey won't you follow me down
To where the executioner will bring me back 'round
Bitch slap beauty with a pygmy smile