you walk into a room and you are instantly feeling uncomfortable but it was cold outside figures huddling smug and impenetrable they have their backs to you and their shoulders are forming a mountain range they don t invite you in though you are of their ilk and by no means strange when you finally find your family will you be turning your back on your former self it s a story of hypocrisy once was poor is now a man of wealth will he be turning his back on his former self will he be turning his back turning your back again turning your back again turning your back again on your former self oooh how do we know when a stranger s not a god in disguise who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes rain fire from the skies and for god s sakes open your door they have their backs to you they don t invite you in  turning your back on your former self will you be turning your back turning your back again turning your back on your former self oooh you walk into a room and you are instantly feeling uncomfortable but it was cold outside figures huddling smug and impenetrable how do we know when a stranger s not a god in disguise who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes rain fire from the skies and for god s sakes open your door