stereophonics
looks like chaplin
I feel the wash close down the street  Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen  And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away  They take him in and clean him up  They take him in and strip him down  Dry his skin and feed him wine  And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away  Asks to use the phone yet he lives alone  He lives alone there's no one home to phone  Sits alone home alone calls  His home, his own wife is still unknown