[bad word] through the backdoor
My head across the sky
Hoping that my god will let me in
As the party start to notice
They scream “oh man, better wake him up” 
Hey kid you’ll never want to follow him

But the rich kids on the corner
Betting off on solitaire
Just to lay the poor upon the boys
Walking out, they’re on your shoes
Like chalk upon the face of rex
Beating out to keep their head above the noise

So hold me down 
tear me up
So let me in for a while

When everyone’s a down and out
You don’t know where it ends
But the forecast tells the lads to push on through
Beyond the tepid shade a face is wrecked in (the?) afternoon
The lucky like to stick it to the [bad word] 
So sing a song in sixpence
I’ll stick it to the change
But men can never seem to make it last
The send all three I owe it to the hate, the love, the cut
The scar I will have to wear upon the mast (mask?)

So hold me down
So tear me up
Let me in for a while

So watch it go…

Oooooooooooohh…
Oooohhh…

Hold me down
So tear me up
So let me in for a while

So hold me down
So tear me up
So let me in for a while
I bet you’d hate to see a poor man start to smile