"I had killed a man... a man who looked like me" Faces milling round like cars Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars Faces milling round like cars Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars Make me believe I'm not going to die, for that I'd gladly give you something Familiar faces milling around like cars on the slimey street Look across the tables, they're there in the piss-stained bars