Black Volga following me ---
Mr. No-one at the wheel of
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 ---
It's Nobody's car.
Is that my limousine?
No, it's Nobody's 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?
It's a weird scenario.
I've seen a thousand times before
But only on my video.
Feel my steps quick in the headlights
Of Nobody's car.
Down cobbled alley with no exit from
Doors slam, two figures silhouette ---
Somewhere before, I feel we've met.
Can't tell you any more.
I agreed to go along with all they asked of me.
I drive Nobody's car.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
MARTIN BARRE, PETER-JOHN VETTESE