Push to the back to the front to the back again
Look out Joe, here comes a cliche
To start making sense again
They've all been sold
I want you
Noses on the back wall, feeding in front of him
Until we grow old
To start making sense again
I want you
Push to the back to the front to the back again
I want you, I want you
Put it at the front, keep the rest behind
To start making sense again
I want you
I can't believe I listen to you
Creature comforts, creature hopes
Rock, a hard place, nothing to say
Ask me a question, what to do
Tunnel vision, I can't see