Talking Backward Masking Blues

Coming down the stairs was someone looking for someone



Clashing into people who all appear to me



As dark and swaying silhouettes like treetrunks in the wind



But instead of peace and silence they're all sweating to be seen



Coming up to me was someone looking for someone



Stumbling and mumbling some inaudible phrase



Me I was just looking for a backdoor to escape



But there are people all around me talking backwards in my face



By the way dear, by the way



Thanks for spitting out the news



And thanks for spilling out that juice



Over me dear, over me



I've got bloodstains on my shoes



Talking backward masking blues