In circles through the airport
I walk with no respite
My countries barred my entry
So I can't stay or leave

Instead I lurk in food halls
Sleep in the shower stalls
Hang out in Burberry
Glide through the perfumeries
Book shops have mags galore
I go dizzy in the techy store
But it all becomes a bore
How true that less is more

Mr Customs and Duties Man
Get me out
cs fast as you can
I'm no lout or a liar
I'm not prone to setting fires
I'm plain Mistier Smith

Citizen with no name
Citizen Invisible
Citizen with no state
Who gets up then waits
Someone get me out
Of this airport lounge from hell

I've always liked to fly
To Oasis at the end of skies
But now I walk in circles
Impotent lion in airport's zoo

I get drunk with the cleaners
cnd sing with holiday keeners
Then weep that I've no clue
What's a man of the world should do

Mr. Customs and Duties Man
get me out
cs fast as you can
I'm no lout or a liar
I'm not prone to starting fires
I'm plain mister Smith

Citizen with no name
Passenger invisible
Citizen with no state
Who gets up then waits
Get me out of this airport lounge from hel

Citizen with no name
Passenger Invisible
Citizen with not state
Who gets up then waits
Get me out
Of this airport lounge from hell