the likeness of being

lost in this skin

go witherin' down

half-past seven on my upside down

don't know where i'm going

don't know where i've been

just know where i'm moving

gotta go it again

lost on your estate

don't know how

leaving here

gotta get out now

lost in this place

don't know now

leaving soon

but i love you now

police out lookin' for a blonde-haired woman

she's five-foot-five

last seen alive

by the southern fried chicken on the high street

bookin'

a cab from a man that you can't describe

her friends scream

rape! "