Lyric Million $ 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, 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]