Then I come in, they go mad,
hit my nose and hit my back,
break me every single bone,
throw me out just like a stone.
It's the corner. It's the dress.
Small the town and big the mess,
that I cause with every step.
But still I walk, nonetheless.
They're skipping backwards,
they're thrashing days.
Is that all they're believing in?
It won't change so come with me,
just with your eyes I will see.
Just with your arms I can hold,
and keep away them dump and cold.
They're skipping backwards,
they're thrashing days.
Is that all they're believing in?
Smashing heads to make it spin.
They're skipping backwards,
they're thrashing days.
Is that all they're believing in?
Smash my head to make it spin.
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