Hotknives David Jones
David Jones gets up for work, puts on his hair like Captain Kirk, Hesitates for breakfast is there poison in his tea. Mary's face, a tattooed frown, she`s outside up but inside down. Late again, the bell has rung, she'll miss assembly. Signs her name and says she's sorry, jobs to get to in a hurry. Dodging past the SUVs, not time to watch her 'Q's and 'P's now.
Anger on the superhighway It's not like Frank it's Johnny's 'My Way'. Tell it like; it's never been so bad. Things they'd never say to faces, Twist the knife in, belt and braces. Tell them of the life they could have had. Tell them of the life they could have had.
The car is sick, it wouldn't start, it seems to emulate his heart. One more bad mark in his book, he'll soon be losing pay. Mary has a house to clean, a tiny tot, a sullen teen. Time to head home from her work, to start her 'Groundhog Day'. Stretch the breakfast conversation, through the new communication. Keyboards tap plastic erosion, filters never trap emotion.
Anger on the superhighway It's not like Frank it's Johnny's 'My Way'. Tell it like; it's never been so bad. Things they'd never say to faces, Twist the knife in, belt and braces. Tell them of the life they could have had. Tell them of the life they could have had.
People might have heard their story, Basking in their former glory, Looking for a happy sign, So pleased to know they're doing fine now.
Anger on the superhighway It's not like Frank it's Johnny's 'My Way'. Tell it like; it's never been so bad. Things they'd never say to faces, Twist the knife in, belt and braces. Tell them of the life they could have had. Tell them of the life they could have had.
