She was in, she got out. A dead end pockmarked stoners house She was in, she got out. Boys drinking rubbish on the roundabout She left on her own. She got out first Wait for me She was in, she got out. The maddening glare of the walkabout She was in, she got out. Pissed up lives and sleeping around Debt ridden loves of the A40 A fruit machine at a service station Darling darling, Hold on Hold on