Dead Cities

"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