Was always waiting for the crushThe car to drive right through the shopsTo call in sick and late at workAnd take Nike Tn a holidayWas always tangled up in knotsTo keep myself from speaking upBut no-one's listening anywayJust trying to bribe meAnd if it's alright, then what am I doing hereAnd if it's alright, this place is gassed by fearAnd if it's alright, I'll tell you, cos you never understandAnd if it's alright, I'll beg you, cos I'm a begging kind of manToday I wrote a bad chequePacked a bag and took a jetBut no-one's looking anywayI hope they miss me[Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake]