Cardiac Arrest Lyrics - Seven - Madness

Papers in the morning 

Bowler hat on head 

Walking to the bus stop 

He's longing for his bed, 

Waiting with his neighbours 

In the rush hour queue 

Got to get the first bus 

So much for him to do. 

He's got to hurry 

Got to get his seat 

Can't miss his place 

Got to rest his feet. 

Ten more minutes till he gets there 

The crossword's nearly done. 

It's been so hard these days 

Not nearly so much fun. 

His mind wanders to the office 

His telephone, desk and chair 

He's been happy with the company 

They've treated him real fair. 

Think of seven letters 

Begin and end in 'C' 

Like a big American car 

But misspelt with a 'D'. 

I wish this bus'd get a move on, 

Driver's taking his time. 

I just don't know, I'll be late 

Oh dear what will the boss say? 

Pull yourself together now 

Don't get in a state 

Don't you worry 

There's no hurry 

It's a lovely day 

Could all be going your way 

Take the doc's advice 

Let up enjoy your life 

Listen to what they say 

It's not a game they play. 

He'll never get there at this rate 

He's caught up in a jam. 

There's a meeting this morning 

It's just his luck oh damn! 

His hand dives in his pocket 

For his handkerchief. 

Pearls of sweat on his collar 

His pulse-beat seems so brief. 

Eyes fall on his wristwatch 

The seconds pass real slow 

Gasping for the hot air 

But the chest pain it won't go. 

Tried to ask for help 

But can't seem to speak a word, 

Words are whispered frantically 

But don't seem to be heard. 

What about the wife and kids? 

They all depend on me!