You've almost lost all your points, yeah
And you only fill up the reserve when you get gas, yeah
When they talk to you about the future, you say you know nothing
You're paranoid, you're not even sure your friends like you, no
Your girl is always yelling, "hands up!" (hands up)
Because you're still jerking off like a middle schooler, yeah
The more you move forward, the more you regress, you know how to dodge well
You squat in the bar cars to dodge the train fare, yeah
Do you wear the clothes you sleep in?
Do you always choose the line where the cashier is the hottest?
When the neighbor yells, do you turn up the sound louder?
Do your couch and your whale body merge?
No sports for years, for years
Smoke break on the stairs, on the first landing
If you set the alarm two minutes before it's time to go to work
If you're out of sync, offbeat, lost, off-center

And you'll do great things when you've found out which ones
You didn't write the story but you know it anyway
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
So turn up the volume and do the backs, yeah

Don't give a damn about being dishonest, yeah
You go ahead but you never open your mailbox, no
If you pour yourself another drink to get over yesterday's hangover
Binary discussions, primary reflections
If it goes south even when it's just a friend, yeah
Two minutes after you've fucked her, there's no more magic, yeah
You apply the mentality, "out of sight, out of mind"
Negative at the bank, you can't afford free stuff, no
You forget what people tell you in a second
You can't breakdance but you still get in the circle, yeah
You can't stand being teased, often it turns into a fight
You hit first, then you apologize, yeah
When she tries to turn you on, you try to dodge her
Because you still have a week to get tested
You never lie but you don't really tell the truth
You're busted, done, it's over, R.I.P

And you'll do great things when you've found out which ones
You didn't write the story but you know it anyway
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
So turn up the volume and do the backs, yeah

If you're always in everything that fails
And normal people find you weird
You already know the whole story
So turn up the volume and do the backs, yeah

Exciting porn movie, best friend deficient
If you call your family every ten years, yeah
Delirious psychotropics, end of the party, sobering up
You don't know we've changed President, no
Need to destroy yourself to feel alive
Diet based on triangle sandwiches
Every night of the week, it's the third half
Slippery ground, scary destiny

And you'll do great things when you've found out which ones
You didn't write the story but you know it anyway
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
Do the backs, do the backs
So turn up the volume and do the backs, yeah
(Do the backs)

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