He died from a knife wound on the streets of London (London, London)
He died from a roadside bomb in the province of Helmund (Helmund, Helmund)
He died from an overdose in a backstreet café (café, café)
He died from despair when he found he couldn’t pay (can't pay, can't pay)
Everyone’s fighting over my son (my son, my son, my son)
But to me he’s just my darling one
My son makes headlines
My son sells papers
My son is a newsflash
My son is the top news of the day
My son dances strictly
My son is Britain’s talent
My son is political currency
A statistical celebrity
Everyone’s fighting over my son (my son, my son, my son)
But to me he’s just my darling one
He died in a car crash on the M1 motorway (one way, one way)
He died in a nightclub – a nailbomb against the gays (the gay, the gay)
He died with a bullet from a child soldier’s gun (that's no toy gun)
He died in a market – an insurgent's suicide run (no fun, no fun)
Everyone’s fighting over my son (my son, my son, my son)
But to me he’s just my darling one
My son’s on the internet
My son is every blogger’s dream
My son makes people cry
My son has a thousand ways to die
My son dances strictly
My son is Britain’s talent
My son is political currency
A statistical celebrity
Everyone’s fighting over my son (my son, my son, my son)
But to me he’s just my darling one
Everyone’s fighting over my son (my son, my son, my son)
But to me he’s just my darling one
Eclectic music label based in Bristol, UK. Specialising in short run limited editions that nevertheless shift very few copies. Local Underground is Rocker's baby, baby.