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 are we doing here

And if its alright

This place is gassed by fear

And if its alright

Ill tell you cos you never understand

And if its alright Ill 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 ones looking anyway

I hope you miss me