I wished you were dead that night
Where a rotten rat corpse caught my sight
Cats would fought on things you laugh about
So I step of the curbs that were dirtier than I thought
Reff.
Clouds were bold and grey
So I stopped by a mosque and pray
But sky were cold and grey
So I stopped by a mosque and pray
I could feel the street
I'm not scare of things that once had shiver my feet
And lads would fought on things you'd laugh about
So I step of the curbs that were dirtier than I thought
