Back Seat Driver

Hail Lucifer go! Oh Wah Ah ah ah ah x2 It means nothing to me It means nothing to me Who should hold your breath When you start to breathe? If you kiss your neck Or leave you be All strung up behind the apple tree Though they never saw me I'm backseat driving through your fantasy I never could I never could… Get it up for you It means nothing to me It means nothing me The umbilical chord had been severed for weeks With your hand on your neck Getting tight with the squeeze Check once again to See if something’s changed… To see if something’s changed… To see if something’s changed… To see if somethings changed…