Come back like gum That's been stuck in the same place Pitchfork lit nights With forked tongues licking my face And you do not invite me on the bank And your tight rope had finally dropped It's out of my hands now you cry And who rides? I do. Who knows me better than you? And who rides? I do. Who knows me better than you? Oh you do Come dressed with compliments Scattered over your green face You're speaking in time with The man just guarding your place And you sit paranoid, What is the time? Who's that there? Where's the old frame of mind I've been wishing I spared And who rides with you? Who knows me better than you? And who rides with you? Who knows me better than you? Oh you do