One of these days you'll get away from London town Causing chaos and delay on the underground I'll read your letter as I pass away the time Stuck in a tunnel on the Hammersmith and City line
I'll hurry home a little bored but still alive Unplug the phone to keep the outside world outside I'll take some aspirin then I'll take myself to bed You'll be gone and you'll be dead, all because I never said
Lean on me I won't fall over I'm made of steel and stone cold sober If you feel the need come over Lean on me I won't fall over
You're off the wagon, you were never really on Chasing the dragon like you're Saint fucking George or someone Stop punching walls don't cut yourself Shift some burden onto somebody else
Lean on me I won't fall over I'm made of steel and stone cold sober If you feel the need come over Lean on me I won't fall over
Am I made of wood, am I too arrogant? To be the last of the good Samaritans? Stop punching walls, don't cut yourself Try shifting some burden onto someone else
Don't give up hope if you think you can't cope We should keep in touch if it gets too much Have faith in yourself for the sake of your health Stop sniffing glue try something new Confide in your friends you'll get by in the end If nothing else works have you tried the church?
I didn't want to be so dozy, darling I should have promised you a rosy garden And told you life is sweet, stick around and enjoy it Flush that stupid nonsense down the toilet And lean on me I want fall over