Push to the back to the front to the back again
   Noses on the back wall, bringing out the terrapin
   Push to the back to the front to the back again
   Tunnel vision, I can't see
  
   I want you
   To start making sense again
  
   Creature comforts, creature hopes
   They've all been sold
   Put it at the front, leave the rest behind
   Until we grow old
  
   I want you
   To start making sense again
  
   Look out Joe, here comes a cliche
   Rock and a hard place, nothing to say
   Ask me a question, what to do
   I can't believe I listen to you
  
   I want you
   To start making sense again
  
   Push to the back to the front to the back again
   Noses on the back wall, bringing out the terror in
   Ask me a question, what to do
   I can't believe I listen to you
  
   I want you
   To start making sense again