All around me are familiar faces
But their state is far from great, shit
In reverse, go through their daily paces
Not by choice there, not by choice there
Drunk milk flows back into their glasses
I had questions, lots of questions
Then I saw it rise back to the bottle
My eyes boggled, poor eyes boggled

It's a little bit disgusting when ev'ry meal they have
Has pure, unchewed food flying out their mouth, my gut feels bad
I tried my best to tell them 'bout the nonsense on display
But when it was their turn to talk, seems all their words were
Backwards
Backwards
Backwards
Backwards

I would stay in bed all day if I could
But it's work day, bloody work day
Gonna walk, may think that I can drive good
These conditions? Bad conditions
Like a fool, thought I'd survive this circus
It's so screwy, very screwy
I pay folks then take their fresh food from them
It confused me, plain confused me

I could deal with inverse logic, that's not what drives me mad
It's how nobody finds me out of place with how I act
My boss, wanted to tell him that I can't come in today
I knew that wouldn't work, though, because time is running
Backwards
Backwards
Backwards
Backwards

I would find the whole thing funny, but here's the part that's sad:
The same day's been rewinding for about ten years, it's mad
Next day goes normal, tell folks 'bout what happens, they won't take
Me seriously, hurts to know that once more they'll go
Backwards
Backwards
And then it's forwards
Backwards