Let’s do lunch in New York
But you’re standing on my chest
The FTSE may be climbing
But I can’t see any change yet
Faxes, phone calls, hard sell
Your fumes are choking me
Pinstripe suits and laptops
I’m finding it hard to breathe
Working late on Fridays
Got to get the numbers in
Smoke stained brickwork
Match the shadows
Hiding corporate sin
Big car, gold card, golf course
Executive washroom key
Your sick building syndrome
This headache is killing me

I don’t know why...
The sun bothers to rise
Or the sea retreats up the beach
With the wind in your hair
Can you feel the fresh air
And the sand beneath your feet
I don’t know why...
The trees shed their leaves
Or flowers come out in June
You’re cocooned in your car
Live in basement wine bars
You’re playing a lonely tune
I don’t know why...

Vocals: Lukky N
Bass: Hector Ruano
Drums: Bernardo Yacono