Was always waiting for the crush The car to drive right through the shops To call in sick and late for work And take a holiday Was always tangled up in knots To keep myself from speaking up But no one's listening anyay 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 'cause you'll never understand And if it's alright, I'll beg you, because 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 anway I hope they miss me (Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake)