Lyrics David Jones - The 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