Transport - Sunday Driver текст песни

I'll leave headfirst
This party's lost its sense of occasion
From bad to worse
This time I'm beyond persuasion

I'm one of those Sunday drivers
But I'm starting to lose control
I'm running from your arrival
Not ready yet - ready yet

Another face you don't recognise somehow
I don't expect you to understand
But I can see it written on your eyebrows
You wouldn't even wanna shake my hand

Misunderstood
By the people who should know you better
They say you should you should
A pack of fat thick-necked tailgaters

I'm one of those Sunday drivers
But I'm starting to lose control
I'm running from your arrival
Not ready yet - ready yet

Another face you don't recognise somehow
I don't expect you to understand
But I can see it written on your eyebrows
You wouldn't even wanna shake my hand

Shake down
You gonna break down

I'm one of those Sunday drivers
But I'm starting to lose control
I'm running from your arrival
Like an idiot..idiot…idiot