Lyrics
Is this a free seat?
Which way you heading?
You keep pushing and you keep pushing.
Between the whipcrack
And the moonbeams
I said coachman where we heading?
The gleaming teeth
Of the inbetween
I can hear some people laughing.
Is this is a stitch up?
I am not willing
So I am turning you off and then I'm counting.
I regret.
I turn the clock back.
To where I wasn't taken in.
I jump out
Of a window
And get lost in a jetstream.
This is a ghost coach
That we are riding
Damp decay and splintering.
Between the whipcrack
And the moonbeams
I can hear some people laughing.
We need a rubber man
We need a stretchy man
I'm not sure i am welcome.
You are a fool
And this is over
Over the cliffs of Dover.
I regret.
I turn the clock back.
To where I wasn't taken in.
I jump out
Of a window
And get lost in a jetstream.
You're beautiful
Until I get close
You have the eyes of a mountain goat.
A coat of mildew
A bad smell
And the strap broke in my hand.
Now I wanna turn back.
Turn back.
I wanna turn back.
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
I wanna turn back
I wanna turn back
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
You need a rubber man
You need a stretchy man
I wanna turn back
I'm on my back
Turn back.
