Back To The Rebels Songtext
von The Exit

He walks slowly with a bounce that′s in time
He likes to find all the things you try to hide
He's got a couple dishes in a couple places
He′s got a scar so you can't hardly mistake him
But how much further can you get climbing the same old stairs?
And at the top of the deck are the others
He likes to shake his hand and tell them that they're brothers
They say, "Come in, you can pick up the pace
We′ll pay you nice so you won′t have to take"
But how much further can you get climbing the same old stairs?

Seems like when we get something special
They buy it up and sell it back to the rebels
And I don't like it any more than the next man
I just do what I can


His best friend′s a talking cat named Coco
She liked it better being a nomad named Russ
Back of the church, 1873
South Africa to Holland she's seen
But don′t ask her what she thinks about the modern day
All the dreams seem to have faded away
She don't like it when they call her from their brother
She don′t need to trip to tell apart the colours

Seems like when we get something special
They buy it up and sell it back to the rebels
And I don't like it any more than the
Next man, you know what I'm saying?
I just do what I can
Seems like when we get something special
They buy it up and sell it back to the rebels
And I don′t like it any more than the
Next man, you know what I′m saying?
I just do what I can

Black little cat, he's the blackest cat I′ve ever seen
But I won't help you in a run-in with a pig
Why don′t you tell me, Coco, which way to go?
Where the river's slow and I can be alone?
I don′t like this place, there's too much damn pressure
To live a life that I don't quite condone
I feel like I ain′t getting nowhere
That′s what I get for climbing the same old stairs


Seems like when we get something special
They buy it up and sell it back to the rebels
And I don't like it any more than the
Next man, you know what I′m saying?
I just do what I can
Seems like when we get something special
They buy it up and sell it back to the rebels
And I don't like it any more than the
Next man, you know what I′m saying?
I just do what I can

Nowadays you know we all want something better
Tangled up between the wires and the papers
And I don't like it any more than the
Next man, you know what I′m saying?
I just do what I can