Stand outside with a suitcase
There's 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

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
And the stance I took on that
Don't let it turn you into
Leaves a forcefield round my neck
The things you hate the most

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

Don't let it get near you
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Don't let it get too close
And the stance I took on that
Don't let it turn you into
Leaves a forcefield round my neck
The things you hate the most

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most

There's 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
There's a forcefield round my neck
And it stands just where I've set
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a forcefield round my neck

Songwriter(s): Sam Jayne, Beck Hansen
Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing International Inc
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