"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.

[steps. the closing of the doors.]