I can hear the exhaust dragging on the floor
Shame is a luxury I can't afford
Do you want to buy this feeling
Do you want to buy this feeling
(I think everybody does)
Who's it gonna be this time, who's it gonna be this time
You work for your money and you work for your holiday
Take another taxi ride, take another taxi ride
You're tired of your job and you're tired of this old routine
Run, hide, panic, dream. dream
Pain hides in my belief, belief
I made my bed just to lie in shit
It's a couple of hours to be out I'm back now
I'm compelled to run I'm compelled to hide
Keep my piss in jars don't box me in
Who's it gonna be this time, who's it gonna be this time
You're tired of the freedom and you're tired of the chaos
Take another taxi ride, take another taxi ride
You pray for a job and you pray for a boring routine
Run, hide, panic, dream. dream
Pain hides in my belief, belief
Who's it gonna be this time? who's it gonna be this time?
Your nights end in blue lights and violent videos
Take another taxi ride, take another taxi ride
I'm bored and I don't quite understand
I'll be in the sunshine lounge
Underneath the money tree
Meet me in the afternoon
Climbing on the money tree
We'll talk about the plans you've made
Talk about the iron horse
Talk about your filthy sheets
Talk about the plans you've made
Take a yellow rickshaw cab
Over to the migrant town
Tell them how you found yourself
In a bar in Spinningfields
Pull your body from your filthy sheets
Pull your head from your filthy dreams
Time to face the lonely day
(I'm awake I'm awake)
Time to face the lonely day
(I'm awake I'm awake I'm awake)
Run hide panic dream, dream
Pain hides in my belief, belief
You've got friends to make
You've got drugs to take
You've got rules to break
And a whole life to waste
You've got friends to make
You've got drugs to take
You've got rules to break
And a whole life to waste