Texty: Throwing Muses. Red Heaven. Backroad.

One, two, three, four
How many, many people outside your door?
Two, three, four, five
How many, many people outside?

Four, three, two, one
I don't think you can hold your own
Five, six, seven, eight
I don't think you can save your face
You don't say no, you don't say no

He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch

He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep

You're a pusher, spy in a bath
We make us move
Like some kind of bath

Come when you need some
Come when you need some
You're a pusher

He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch

He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep

He drive the backroad
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad
And he sleep on the couch

He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep