Million Dollar Question

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, 'cause 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 But no one's looking anyway I hope they miss me I just think maybe I'm making a mistake