Back to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the back
Look at me, swear the waterproof man I'm dressed completely in black like a knife man
The forces are hiking, concocting a rhythm And you could get lost in the flow of a cyclone
Megalomaniac, you gave me an image, and now I'm a payback
The knuckles with the hype jam, badlam, hold this Heavy on the head top, cult psychosis
The image is wrong man, the public image You don't look at my clothes or my hair
Cause my instincts is in sync, ideas, ideals, you feel
I'm living a real life, not in a newsreel
So back to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back To the middle, because life is a riddle
Yeah
Back to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
Back to the front and the front to the back
To the middle, because my life is the rhythm
To the middle, because my life is the rhythm
To the middle, because my life is the rhythm