Suspicious Eyes Lyrics

Oh God I'm running late again
I don't believe this

Another Wednesday morning on the train to work
And my weekend's spread into the middle of the week
I'm boozing every night, 3 hours sleep
Check all the people that stare at my feet
Guy next to me pretends to read the Metro
Sort of bloke who calls everybody bro
But only met a black guy at Uni though
And the lady with the kid watches the guard meet the
train

Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin and you aint got time
Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin and you aint got time

A young Asian guy with a rucksack on his back
Jumps onto the tube, is he ready to attack?
God just imagine it being all over, trapped in the tube
with nowhere to go
All the smoke and confusion, stuck in this dark coffin
The man with the paper, he moves from his seat

Why did that kid stand so close to me?
I'm sick of them moaning that they're being picked on,
But it's them running round with the bombs
I'll grab the kids, leave London's Town
Join the white flight to Surrey and beyond
Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin' and you ain't got time
Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin and you ain't got time

These people are assuming who I am, but they're wrong
Got a beard and a bag so they think I got a bomb
I saw everyone's reaction soon as I stepped through the
door
All acting like they've never seen a brown person
before
The guy in front of me, he should be reading his paper
I'm checking my watch 'cos there's an interview that
I'm gonna be late for
Everytime I step on the tube, there's a dude in his
suit who ain't got no manners, doesn't he know staring
is rude?
And if you're so scared, move! I've just stopped caring
I'm off at the next stop, mate, just keep staring

Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin and you aint got time
Suspicious Eyes
(Always) looking for
Looking for the end
Backround: Clocks are tickin and you aint got time

Extra chrous (during chorus)
Clocks are ticking and we leave on time (repeat until
end)

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