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 am I 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, cos 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

[Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake]