Beck

Stand outside with a suitcase
(theres a forcefield round my neck)
Walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
Look at the people driving backwards
(and the stance I took on that)
No particular style
(leaves that forcefield round my back)

Dont let it get near you
Dont let it get too close
Dont let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Roll out your silver-dollar coffins
Pull out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything you want to
The sound comes from above

Dont let it get near you
Dont let it get too close
Dont let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Dont let it get near you
Dont let it get too close
Dont let it turn you into
The things you hate the most

(theres a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I sat)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)
(theres a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where Ive set)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)