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Madness - 11.Cardiac Arrest Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbours In the rush hour queue Got to get the first bus So much for him to do He's got to hurry Got to get his seat Can't miss his place Got to rest his feet Ten more minutes till he gets there The crossword's nearly done It's been so hard these days Not nearly so much fun His mind runs through the office Telephone, desk and chair He's been happy with the company They've treated him real fair Think of seven letters Begin and end in 'C' Like a big American car But misspelt with a 'D' 'I wish this bus would get a move on, Driver's taking his time I just don't know, I'll be late Oh dear what will the boss say?' Pull yourself together now Don't get in a state Don't you worry There's no hurry It's a lovely day Could all be going your way Take the doc's advice Let up, enjoy your life Listen to what they say *** It's not a game made grey He'll never get there at this rate He's caught up in a jam There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck -- 'Oh damn!' *** His hand lies in his pocket For his handkerchief *** Bells of sweat in his collar His prospects seem so brief Eyes fall on his wristwatch The seconds pass real slow Gasping for the hot air But the chest pain it won't go Try to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word Words are whispered frantically But don't seem to be heard 'What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me!' We're so sorry We told you not to hurry Now it's just too late You've got a certain fate We thought we made it clear We're not ones who interferes We left it up to you There's nothing we can do It's a lovely day Could all be going your way Take the doc's advice Let up, enjoy your life Listen to what they say *** It's not a game made grey |
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