the pop song

Then i come in, they go mad, hit my nose and hit my back, break me every single bone, throw me out just like a stone. It's the corner. it's the dress, small the town and big the mess, that I cause with every step, but still I walk, nonetheless. They're skipping backwards, they're thrashing days, is that all they're believing in? Smash my head
to make it spin. It won't change so come with me, just with your eyes I will see. just with your arms I can hold, and keep away them dump and cold.

the notwist - trashing days