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The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles

 The car is an over and baking is wild

 Nothing is ever the way it should be

 What we deserve we just don't get you see

 A briefcase, a lunc and a man on the edge

 Each step gets closer to losing his head

 Is someone in heaven are they looking down

 'Cause nothing is fair just look you around

 Falling down

 He's sick of waiting of lying like this

 There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss

 Branded a leper because you don't fit

 In the land of the free you can live by your wits

 Once he built missiles a nation's defence

 Now he can't even give birthday presents

 Across the city he leaves in his wake

 A glimpse of the future a cannibal state

 (Bayley · Gers)