Tekster: Morcheeba. People Carrier.

Well, it was '94, when I dug you up
And like the time before, it was just bad luck
I should've knocked you out with an upper cut
But you smothered me shut

What is with me and these needy folk?
As it starts out fun, soon becomes a joke
Before we got a laugh, we were up in smoke
It's rich going for broke, it's rich going for broke

The people carrier takes care of our soul
Our safety barrier won't let us fall

When you hit the drink, you're a different character
And it all comes down in a twisted mess
When you're holding court, you're a big end barrister
Desperate to impress

I see you open up on a rare occasion
You've been dead so long that you decompose
And you come on strong like a pitch invasion
And the following day the case is closed
And the following day the case is closed

The people carrier gets us from A to B
We're so much happier, now we can see

Hmm, I nearly broke my back trying to bring you happiness
I was way off track, some crazy whore
Then I collapse in a shabby mess
Fresh grounds for divorce, fresh grounds for divorce

The people carrier on top of it all
Over safety barrier and then we fall

The people carrier on top of it all
Over safety barrier and then we fall