Stand outside my suitcase
Walk around all the while
Look at the people driving backwards
In no particular style
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most
Roll out your silver dollar coffins
Roll out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything I want to
The sound comes from above
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most
Lalalalala...
Sam Jayne's backing vocals:
There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I've sat
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
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