Susan's walking down Stamford Hill
On a stormy evening in November
She's being followed by an unmarked Police car
She can hear the buzzing 2-way radio noise
On the corner she stops to look around
You can run Susan, but you won't run far
She needs to reach the Tube or find a cab
Before it's too late
She needs the 253 to be on time
And she'll escape
Susan's face is easily remembered
No surgeons had the skill to hide her scars
And every staring passerby could be plainclothes
She needs to reach the park - somewhere green
Before they come
She needs a hundred pounds, a cigarette
Maybe a gun
She needs to reach the Tube or find a cab
Before it's too late
She needs the 253 to be on time
And she'll escape