Black volga following me ---
Nobodys car.
Mr. no-one at the wheel of
Nobodys car.
Wet pavements, thin apartments ---
Quiet dissent from darkened doorways.
I want out alive.
Speak up for me if you can.
So, careful how you drive
In tourist city.

Slap in front of my hotel ---
Its nobodys car.
Is that my limousine?
No, its nobodys car.
Are you on routine assignment?
Plastic shades on black-browed eye-hole.
I read this book before.
I even saw the film.
How did the ending go?
(intourist city.)

Black out.

Its a weird scenario.
Ive seen a thousand times before
But only on my video.

Feel my steps quick in the headlights
Of nobodys car.
Down cobbled alley with no exit from
Nobodys car.
Doors slam, two figures silhouette ---
Somewhere before, I feel weve met.
Cant tell you any more.
I agreed to go along with all they asked of me.
Intourist city.
I drive nobodys car.