You could arrive in any city on the globe and feel alonenLinguistic differences will only further set you backnOurs was a marriage that was formally arrangednCan you imagine all of our friends’ dismay when it comes out that we were straightnnI cut my hands while gathering drops as they fade,n‘Til my hands became a wishing well and people started throwing change, you know I want change nnCome on, come on, climb on my backnCome on, come on, Climb on my backnCan’t you see the weight I’m carrying is not enough to make me cracknCome on, come on, Climb on my backnnI trounced you flower garden drunk and full of zealnAnd now I feel like I am the overman that Dostoyevsky wrote aboutnI moralized my morals until they broke downnLike mediation sessions between exesnnI was barely holding onnI’m barely holding onnnCome on, come on, climb on my backnCome on, come on, Climb on my backnCan’t you see the weight I’m carrying is not enough to make me cracknCome on, come on, Climb on my back (x2)