Push, push, push,
Shove, shove, shove,
Pushing in the tube station,
Shoving on the bus.

Everywhere at such a pace,
He's got no time to spare,
Checks his watch impatiently,
Combs his thinning hair.

Driving down the motorway,
He's got to get in front,
On the horn, flash the lights,
"Get out the way, you cunt!"

A product of society,
But he's to blind to see
What it's doing to him,
And his family.

Possessive and aggresive,
He's just the same at home,
And while he's eating dinner,
He's yelling down the phone.

The children go to bed
And mother tucks them in,
He's not said two words to them,
"Mum what's wrong with him?"

Mother says "He's just tired,
He's under a lot of strain,
He's got to be up early,
To catch the early train"

On the station platform,
Checks his watch again,
Anxiety rising in him,
"Where's the fucking train"

Then, a numbness creeping in,
Down his arm at first,
The train pulls in the station,
His chest is gonna burst.

People pushing and shoving,
He used to be that way,
But the pain is just not going,
He'll miss the train today.

He should have took things easy,
But he was always in a rush,
So what if he's a little late,
Is it really worth such fuss?