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 anyways, just trying to bribe me.
And if it's alright, then what am I doing here?
And if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear.
And if it's alright I'll tell you, 'cause 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.
But no one's looking anyway, I hope they miss me.
I just think maybe I'm making a mistake.