Oh God I'm running late againnI don't believe thisnnAnother Wednesday morning on the train to worknAnd my weekend spread into the middle of the weeknI'm boozing every night, 3 hours sleepnCheck all the people then stare at my feetnGuy next to me pretend to read the MetronSort of bloke who calls everybody bronBut only met a black guy at Uni thoughnAnd the lady with the kid watches the guard meet the trainnn[Chorus]nSuspicous eyesnLooking for the endnSuspicous eyesnLooking for the endnnA young Asian guy with a rucksack on his backnJumps on the tube, is he ready to attack?nGod just imagine it being all over, stuck in the tube with nowhere to gonAll the smoke and confusion, stuck in this dark coffinnThe man with the paper, he moves from his seatnWhy did that kid stand so close to me?nI'm sick of them moaning that they're being picked on, nWhen its them running round with the bombsnI'll grab the kids, leave London's townnnJoin a white flight to Surrey and beyondnn[Chorus]nnThese people are assuming who I am, but they're wrongnGot a beard and a bag so they think I got a bombnI saw everyone's reaction soon as I stepped through the doornAll acting like they've never seen a brown person beforenThe guy infront of me, he should be reading his papernI'm checking my watch cos there's an interview that I'm gonna be late fornEvery time I step on the tube, there's a dude in his suit who ain't got no manners,nDoesn't he know staring is rude?nAnd if you're so scared, move! I've just stopped caringnI'm off at the next stop mate just keep staringnn[Chorus]nnClocks are ticking and we leave on time [Repeats]