Just one of those days
You know when the planets are against you
The man behind the counter is your enemy
Everything is breaking
You are breaking
Truck’s giving trouble then it stops for good
At the traffic lights cars pile up behind you
And increase the tension with their barping horns
In the heat the truck`s broken
You are breaking
Just get on with it
You can`t think straight
No matter what you do it will be wrong
Better to go home but you can’t
You are breaking
The man behind the counter is so unhelpful
And his handlebar moustache really annoys you
Implying it’s your fault he dismisses
Which only makes you jet steam
You are breaking
The mirror on the truck is stuck and you can’t see
You know it’s dangerous, it’s annoying
You try to adjust it but its stuck
You try a little harder
You are breaking
The mirror, with a little coercion, snaps in two
Shards in your hand and you think of the man behind the counter
It`s hot and it`s all too much
One of those days
You are breaking