Back to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the backLook at me, swear the waterproof man I'm dressed completely in black like a knife manThe forces are hiking, concocting a rhythm And you could get lost in the flow of a cycloneMegalomaniac, you gave me an image, and now I'm a paybackThe knuckles with the hype jam, badlam, hold this Heavy on the head top, cult psychosisThe image is wrong man, the public image You don't look at my clothes or my hairCause my instincts is in sync, ideas, ideals, you feelI'm living a real life, not in a newsreelSo back to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the back To the middle, because life is a riddleYeahBack to the front and the front to the back Back to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backBack to the front and the front to the backTo the middle, because my life is the rhythmTo the middle, because my life is the rhythmTo the middle, because my life is the rhythm