Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash off the buzz Don't pull over 'till you're sure one that wanted the floor One that won't know the street, one that wanted to land On the heart with his feet up Oh watch out, you're only better off with half your life Otherwise wasted House of cards, you fall hard