I’ll leave headfirst nThis party’s lost its sense of occasion nFrom bad to worse nThis time I’m beyond persuasionnnI’m one of those Sunday drivers nBut I’m starting to lose control nI’m running from your arrival nNot ready yet - ready yetnnAnother face you don’t recognise somehow nI don’t expect you to understand nBut I can see it written on your eyebrows nYou wouldn’t even wanna shake my handnnMisunderstood nBy the people who should know you better nThey say you should you should nA pack of fat thick-necked tailgatersnnI’m one of those Sunday drivers nBut I’m starting to lose control nI’m running from your arrival nNot ready yet - ready yetnnAnother face you don’t recognise somehow nI don’t expect you to understand nBut I can see it written on your eyebrows nYou wouldn’t even wanna shake my handnnShake down nYou gonna break downnnI’m one of those Sunday drivers nBut I’m starting to lose control nI’m running from your arrival nLike an idiot..idiot…idiot