V1
I thought that I would always live on,
And keep on writing and singing soppy songs,
But now I know the meaning of 'you're shit'
And also the meaning of 'you're gonna get hit'
If I can do it,
Then I might get through it,
If I keep shop-lifting
It'll be my body drifting [down the Thames]

Chorus
I believe I have died
I was chased by the FBI
All I wanted was a packet of crisps
But they blew my brain to bits
They hacked my neck with a saw,
I see my head roll through that open door
I believe I have died
I believe I have died
I believe I have died

V2
See I was on the verge of nicking Walkers,
When I noticed a group of suspicious looking stalkers,
I wsa surrounded as they stopped and glared, you see
With stares that say they want a bit of me, ohhh,
A piece of my liver,
If only a sliver,
Or maybe a part
Of my still beating heart

Chorus

And I believe it was you
Ohhh, that fired the first round

If I could do it,
I would've got through it,
But as it was I couldn't
Even though I knew I shouldn't [have blagged the
crisps]

Chorus

I believe I have died
I believe I have di-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-d