LYRIC

I couldn't tell my remote control from my phone
Deep in the mainstream I still felt alone
I only wanted to see the light
But I was looking right
At the darkness in the bottom of the hole

One million pounds
Wouldn't turn this car around
One million pounds
In my pocket, I'd turn it down

I backed off from the blandishments and the bribes
Peeled away the blindfold covering my eyes
I'd been kneeling down to a tin god
Paid in pennies for a dirty job
They can keep it, now I'm going for a ride

One million pounds
Wouldn't turn this car around
One million pounds
In my pocket, I'd turn it down

Tried out, found wanting, worthless
Thrown aside, passed by, left for dead

But if you scratch off the surface you see the gold
Respond to the urging deep in your soul
I'm going to drive out in the dead of night
Through the roadblocks and red traffic lights
I don't know where I will end up, but I know

One million pounds
Wouldn't turn this car around
One million pounds
In my pocket, I'd turn it down

One million pounds
Wouldn't turn this car around
One million pounds
Worth of nothing, I'd turn it down

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