David Jones - The Hotknives

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