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 one's listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me
And if it's alright
Then what are we doing here?
And if it's alright
This place is gassed by fear
And if it's alright
I'll tell you cos you never understand
And if it's alright i'll beg you
'cause i'm a begging kind of man
Today i wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
And no one's looking anyway
I hope you miss me
(sometimes i think maybe i'm making a big mistake)