Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday..
Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no-ones listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me..
And if its alright, then what am I doing here?
And if its alright, this place is gassed by fear
And if its alright, Ill tell you, cause you never understand
And if its alright, Ill beg you, cause Im a begging kind of man
Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
But no-ones looking anyway
I hope they miss me
I just think maybe Im making a mistake.
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