Back Road (Matter of Degrees)

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

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

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