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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