Lyrics:

our hero's fallen down again
it's not a big surprise
two weeks wages on a suit
a crappy pair of shoes
he's only handsome
in the right light
now what are we going to do
you never really knew and

no-one knows where connie goes
she's wearing shiny clothes
paper wraps and skinny guys
and all her neighbours
eyes say running riot
our hero knows the
papers just need their news
they never really knew
but they decided where you're going to
we're ready for you

don't write
don't call me
unless you're lying in a
traffic accident

don't write
don't call me
unless you're dying in a
traffic accident
traffic accident
traffic accident

and somewhere in a whitehall room
who's popping prostitutes
full of scotch and falling off
and that persistant cough
a cosy number and all those goons
they're only afraid of truth
they never really knew
that in the end it would desert them too
we're ready for you

don't write
don't call me
unless you're dying in a
traffic accident

don't write
don't call me
unless you're lying in a
traffic accident
traffic accident
traffic accident

are we violent
are we stupid
are we vacant
are we useless
hello work life
farewell park life
have you come for me

don't write
don't call me
or are we giving
ourselves away

woke up
this morning
and am i giving
myself away

they owe
you something
unless they're lying in a
traffic accident
traffic accident
traffic accident