He looks sick
He is sick
Woah Home tonies and highballs
I'm happy to be sad He looks dead
He is dead
Woah You're not the hero
That f** couldn't see
Stereo phonics, splits ville
And that's alright with me He looks as light as a feather
He is as light as a feather
When I count to three we will lift him Lucky I'm winter, a looker
And there is shades of black
Don't trouble the master
He said, "Don't bother him now" Home tonies and highballs
He said, "Don't bother him now" My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died