Stand outside with a suitcase 
There's a forcefield round my neck 
Walk around all the while 
And it stands just where I sat 
Look at the people driving backwards 
And the stance I took on that 
No particular style 
Leaves that forcefield round my back 

Don't let it get near you 
Don't let it get too close 
And the stance I took on that 
Don't let it turn you into 
Leaves a forcefield round my neck 
The things you hate the most 

Roll out your silver-dollar coffins 
Pull out your buckskin gloves 
Tell them anything you want to 
The sound comes from above 

Don't let it get near you 
Don't let it get too close 
And the stance I took on that 
Don't let it turn you into 
Leaves a forcefield round my neck 
The things you hate the most 

Don't let it get near you 
Don't let it get too close 
Don't let it turn you into 
The things you hate the most 

There's a forcefield round my neck 
And it stands just where I sat 
And the stance I took on that 
Leaves a forcefield round my neck 
There's a forcefield round my neck 
And it stands just where I've set 
And the stance I took on that 
Leaves a forcefield round my neck