Heading for An Early Grave

In a doorway stinking of shame
I take some shelter from the Hackney rain
The pigs won't fly when you want them to
And the ones you loved are done thinking of you
And your head's away like a train
But there's life signs bubbling amongst this rubble
Like dogs in the boneyard digging up trouble we are
Heading for an early grave
Our headstones carved and the ground awaits us any day

Oh, you can't get away from the poison peach
Not the woman you can learn from the girl you can teach
So you divide yourself let the other decide
One tells the truth the other one lies
Now both beyond your reach
But there's life signs bubbling amongst this rubble
Like mutts in the boneyard digging up trouble we are
Heading for an early grave
Our headstones carved and the ground awaits us any day

Here lies poor Johnny, R.I.P to you
But I choose to love it
And I choose to love you too
I'll never kick this habit
It's just something that runs me through
So carry on lugging your knackered old cares and selling your wares
Whether they love ya or hate ya
Well, I love ya

We're heading for an early grave
Our headstones carved and the ground awaits us any day