Mentally Suspect

To the tune of Suspicious Minds (Elvis):

I'm caught in a trap,
I can't walk out,
Because I work in East Kilbride

Oh why can't you see,
What it's doing to me,
When this 3 hour journey wont subsiiiide

This can't go on forever,
Scotrail, SPT-eee,
And I can't build my dreams,
When "First" make profit off meeee

So if an old friend I know,
Stops by to say hello,
He would realise I was exhauuusted

From all ths travellin',
All the zones I been in,
Even when the weather's dark and frosty

This can't go on forever,
Unless I find a new home,
I could just leave my job,
But then I'd be fuckin' skint, wouldn't I?