On Your Back Songtext
von Plastic Picnic

They found you on your back again
Probably in a better place, needle in
They say you found your god again
Every Sunday clean, leaning in


But all your fake friends judge you still
You could almost die and they′d give you hell
'Cause everything is just a gas
′Til the last time they find you on your back

They'll say they saw this coming
Dressed in black, holding sunflowers
They'll say they saw this coming
Dressed in black, holding sunflowers