Stand outside with a suitcase
(There's a forcefield 'round my neck)
Walk around all the while
(And it stands just where I sit)
Look at the people driving backwards
(And the stance I took on that)
No particular style
(Leaves that forcefield 'round my back)
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
(And the stance I took on that)
Don't let it turn you into
(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)
The things you hate the most
Roll out your silver-dollar coffins
Pull out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything you want to
The sound comes from above
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
(And the stance I took on that)
Don't let it turn you into
(Leaves a forcefield round my neck)
The things you hate the most
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most
There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
There's a forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I sit
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck
