text: 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
  Theyre just trying to bribe me
  And if its alright, then what am I doing here?
  And if its alright, this place is gassed by fear
  And if its alright, Ill tell you, cause you never understand
  And if its alright, Ill beg you, cause Im a begging kind of man
  Today I wrote a bad cheque
  Packed a bag and took a jet
  But no-ones looking anyway
  I hope they miss me
  I just think maybe Im making a mistake