Step Back

The tiniest of things seem to set me off

A hornet nest of things I think all may be lost

Step back It’s time to take the garbage out

Step back A day to take stock

Step back Wind all of my watches up

Step back

I’m suffocating the air’s too thin to talk

I’m separating the halves are gonna fall

If I don’t step back

An exit sign’s approaching

Step back Gonna have to now decide

Step back Was there an error in my judgment

Step back

I wanna go home, before I burst in flames

But if I go home, will everything stay the same

There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

There’s no, no place like home

Step back It’s time to take the dishes out

Step back And raise the ticket prices high

Step back Make the work shop into playpens

And get my fingers in the pie

Step back Nine pound and six pence

Step back Arouse suspicion where I can

Step back For all this cleaning of house,

I think I am a better man

Step back It’s time to take the garbage out

Step back Another day to take stock

Step back And wind all of my watches up

Step back La da…