Throwing Muses Follow
Backroad lyrics
One, two, three, fourHow many, many people outside your door?Two, three, four, fiveHow many, many people outside?Four, three, two, oneI don't think you can hold your ownFive, six, seven, eightI don't think you can save your faceYou don't say noHe dunk the backboardAnd he sleep on the couchHe jump the backseatAnd he sleep on the couchHe drive the backroadHe drive the backroadAnd he sleepYou're a pusherSpy in a bathWe make us moveLike some kind of bathCome when you need someCome when you need someYou're a pusher
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