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.