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.