as the cars, the cars come near
i wish, i wish i wasn't here
i feel, i feel like a guinea pig
i hope, i hope i get to live
but the red car doesn't appear to be stopping
all my cousins have finished their shopping
and i stand directly in the firing line
to direct cars into the correct line
for take-off at Gatwick today
twenty-odd citizens had to pay
for the right to infiltrate my anenome
and this greatly reduced the infantry