Still going in the other direction, return of the Backwards Man,
Had discipline since my Ju-Jitsu days, taught by sensei Stan.
They're begging to be one with the world, I'm against that,
Closing Stargate portals with a mummified Egyptian cat.
Who decides what things are pure fantasy versus a fact?
Your expecting Andy Burnham to save Great Britain?
Politicians live comfortably while we're in a concrete prison.
Staying away from all, heel to toe, heel to toe,
Wonder just how far back that I can really go?
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