I Wish I Could Stop Wishing For Things

The Servant

On the rundown streets of London 
The checkout girl runs inside 
The banker’s looking broken 
And the grill in my head fries 
I’m the clown who let you down 
Wuh uh uh o 

I wish I could stop wishing for things 
I wish I could stop wishing for things 
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh o 

On the rundownstreets of London 
The gangster bites his thumb 
The courier looks lonesome 
And the ink in my head runs 
I’m the clown who let you down 
Wuh uh uh o 

I wish I could stop wishing for things 
I wish I could stop wishing for things 
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh o 
I’m the clown who let you down 
Wuh uh uh o 

I wish I could stop wishing for things 
I wish I could stop wishing for things 
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh o 

Wuh-uh-uh-uh-o… 

The rundown streets of London