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