Текст: Jethro Tull. Under Wraps. Nobody's Car.

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Black Volga following me
Nobody's car.
Mr. No-one at the wheel of
Nobody's 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
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?
(In tourist city.)

Black out.

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
Nobody's car.
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.
Intourist city.
I drive Nobody's car.