John Wesley Harding - Me Against Me

Tonight the clocks go backwards
And it's snowing at home
And we're incommunicado
'Cos they cut off the phone
We're in collaboration
Againt everyone who tries to bring us down
And we're sadly incoherent
All our sorrows have been drowned

Got the plane out of Atlanta
Stripped the honour bar of booze
Saw the ceiling melt like candles Dripping wax onto my shoes
Needed proof I was still breathing
So I held my breath for a while
Fell flat on my face on purpose
Just to see somebody smile


And they say that it's them and it's us
And they say that it's you and it's me
But now I can see that it's me against me
Against me against me against me