Traffic Accident

Our hero's fallen down again, it's not a big surprise

Two weeks wages on a suit, a crappy pair of shoes

He's only handsome in the right light

Now what are we going to do?

You never really knew

No one knows where Connie goes

She's wearing shiny clothes

Paper wraps and skinny guys and all her neighbors

Eyes say running riot, our hero knows the papers

Just need their news they never really knew

But they decided where you're going to

We're ready for you

Don't write, don't call me

Unless you're lying in a traffic accident

Don't write, don't call me

Unless you're dying in a traffic accident

Traffic accident, traffic accident

And somewhere in a Whitehall room

Who's popping prostitutes, full of scotch and falling off

And that persistent cough a cozy number

But all those goons, they're only afraid of truth

They never really knew that in the end

It would desert them too

We're ready for you

Don't write, don't call me

Unless you're lying in a traffic accident

Don't write, don't call me

Unless you're dying in a traffic accident

Traffic accident

Are we violent?

Are we stupid?

Are we vacant?

Are we useless?

Hello work life

Farewell park life

Have you come for me?

Don't write, don't call me

Or are we givin' ourselves away?

Woke up this morning

And am I givin' myself away?

They owe you something

Unless they're lying

In a traffic accident

Traffic accident, a traffic accident