Lyrics:

Don't start with the ugly part
Don't end with the things that'll make 'em wanna walk away
Tune in at the din again
Another price ain't cheap but somebody's gonna have to pay
Oh yes, you can only guess
What it is, what it was
Don't remember what I had in mind
Shotgun it on a joyride
Coming down the block, half-cocked nearly half the time
Get it back...
Get it back...
Get it back...
G-g-get it back...
Singing


One time for the words to bind
And two times for the things you hope you never have to say
Three scene's and a dead man's dream
And the girls tell the boys that they better fucking run away
Give it up
G-g-g-give it up
Turn it up, turn it out
Let it rhyme with the other line
Shotgun it on a joyride
Coming down the block, half-cocked nearly all the time
Get it back...
Get it back...
Get it back...
G-g-get it back...
Singing