David Byrne has taken his share of musical journeys in three decades, turning Talking Heads from egghead rockers into a funk orchestra, playing Latin music and scoring films and a ballet. But opera? Even his new record company was suspicious when Byrne submitted a disc that includes a piece from "La Traviata," sung in Latin, and a duet with Rufus Wainwright on a Georges Bizet piece sung in French. Yet the tracks are oddly compelling, and play a key role in "Grown Backwards," Byrne's most melodic and accessible solo album. "I think they were the crowbar that I used to open myself up emotionally and vocally," Byrne said ...

David Byrne, like fellow New York transplant David Bowie , has reached a well-deserved apex in his career. After eight post- Talking Heads solo outings, the eccentric composer, songwriter, artist, and world music entrepreneur has transcended the inconsistencies of his previous efforts and created a genuinely moving and wickedly fun record. Like Bowie 's Heathen and Reality , Grown Backwards is a mature work by an icon who has come to terms with his past, present, and future, and there's a joy in the simple act of creativity here that gives even the heaviest of subject matter an effervescent charm. Opening with "Glass, Concrete, and Stone," Byrne finds the perfect middle ground between his orchestral epic The Forest and the South American-inspired Rei Momo -- in fact, it's the latter that informs many of Backwards ' arrangements. Texas-based chamber group the Tosca Strings feature on nearly every track, giving the more experimental cuts a much needed fluidity, especially on the arias Un Di Felice, Eterea, from Verdi 's La Traviata, and Au Fond du Temple Saint, a duet from Bizet 's The Pearl Fishers. It's no great surprise that the shape-shifting Byrne has chosen opera as his latest foray, but what is surprising is that it works. The Bizet duet in particular, featuring Rufus Wainwright , is lent an emotional resonance by the juxtaposition of the pair's wildly different vocal styles -- when they finally meet in harmony it's like two Central Park bums behind Tavern on the Green, clinking their 40-ounce bottles and weeping into a dumpster beneath a sea of summer stars. The wonderfully acerbic "Empire," with its refrain of "The weak among us perish," is Byrne at his political best, emphasizing the "play" in wordplay like a sinister Paul Simon . While by no means a protest record, it bristles with liberal wit and social commentary, especially on the Broadway-style "The Other Side of This Life," a hilarious and scathing jab at the entertainment empires and their minions. "Tiny Apocalypse" finds Byrne at his surreal best, nearly rapping the lyrics "A three-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear/lookin' at a hairdo and a bellyful of beer/well, I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme/but I got me a car and I know how to drive" over an easy Tropicalia groove. As with many of the prolific artist's releases, the record could be trimmed by five or six songs, but fans have grown accustomed to these aberrations -- which are still of higher quality that many in the industry -- and are willing to either let them go or let them grow. While by no means perfect, Grown Backwards is the colorful, multiethnic sound of a New York City enthralled with itself, and like a select few of the Big Apple's denizens, Byrne is a perfect conduit for its love.

info: allmusic.com

All Songs, unless otherwise noted:
Written by David Byrne and published by Moldy Fig Music (BMI)
Produced by David Byrne and Patrick Dillett
Recorded and mixed by Patrick Dillett at Kampo Studios, NYC
Strings recorded at Tequila Mockingbird, Austin, TX
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound
Arrangements by Stephen Barber

Album coordination: Kara Finlay and Jess Frost
Design: Danielle Spencer & DB; Drawings by DB
Photos: Michael Wilson (cover); Matthias Clamer (back)
Management: Maine Road Management [ mailbox@maineroadmanagement.com ]
Info: davidbyrne.com and nonesuch.com

The Tosca Strings are:
Leigh Mahoney: violin
Tracy Seeger: violin
Jamie Desautels: violin
Ames Asbell: viola
Sara Nelson: cello
Douglas Harvey: cello

Thanks to:
Bob Hurwitz and David Bither, David Whitehead, Paul Dalen, Mauro, Paul,
Ms. Lia Sweet, Nan Lanigan & Cathy DePriest at RZO, Malu, Stephen Frears,
Stephen Barber, Yo La Tengo, Lambchop, Jessica Block, Gregg Schaufeld,
Karina Beznicki, Eli Cane, Shawn O'Hea, Yves Marbrier and Christoph
Kicherer, Louise Neri.

Nonesuch Records, a Warner Music Group Company, 1290 Avenue of the Americas,
New York, NY 10104.
(p) & © 2004 Nonesuch Records for the United States and WEA International
Inc. for the world outside of the United States.

1. Glass, Concrete & Stone [4:13]
David Byrne: vocals, nylon-string guitar
Mauro Refrosco: marimba, percussion
Jane Scarpantoni: cello
David Hilliard: high hat

Recorded & Mixed by: Mark Saunders at Loveshack Studio, NYC

2. The Man Who Loved Beer [2:41]
David Byrne: vocals, electric guitar
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refrosco: percussion
The Tosca Strings
John Mills: clarinet, bass clarinet, flute
Freddie Mendoza: trombone, euphonium
Mike Maddox: accordion
Elaine Barber: harp

Written by Donald Charles Book and Kurt Wagner
Published by Pathetic Hindsight Music (BMI) and administered by Bug Music
Basic tracks recorded at: Avatar, NYC
Strings & horns recorded at: Tequila Mockingbird, Austin, TX

3. Au Fond du Temple Saint [4:49]
David Byrne: vocals
Rufus Wainwright: vocals
The Tosca Strings
Pamelia Kurstin: theremin
John Mills: clarinet, bass clarinet, flute
Freddie Mendoza: trombone, euphonium
Mike Maddox: accordion
Elaine Barber: harp
Stephen Barber: prepared piano
Tom Burritt: marimba, tympani

Written by Georges Bizet, from Les Pêcheurs de Perles (P.D.)
Recorded at: Tequila Mockingbird, Austin, TX
Rufus Wainwright appears courtesy of Dreamworks Records

4. Empire [4:12]
David Byrne: vocals, dobro
Karen Mantler: organ
Steve Swallow: bass
Vincent Herring: alto saxophone
Alex Foster: tenor saxophone
Gary Smulyan: baritone saxophone
Earl Gardner, Lew Soloff: trumpet
Ray Anderson, Keith O'Quinn: trombone
Bob Routch: French horn (solo); Bob Stewart: tuba

Recorded by Tom Mark at RPM Studio, NYC
Arrangement by Carla Bley

5. Tiny Apocalypse [4:03]
David Byrne: vocals, Rhodes
Barry Burns: spacey guitar, Rhodes
Lisa Aferiat: violin
Greg Lawson: violin
Fiona Stephen: violin
Georgia Boyd: viola
Donald Gillan, Robert Irvine: cello
Una McGlone: bass
Johnny Quinn: drums

Recorded by Tony Doogan
at CaVa Sound Workshops, Glasgow
Additional recording at Kampo, NYC

6. She Only Sleeps [2:57]
David Byrne: vocals, electric guitar
Andy Waterworth: bass
Ross Godfrey: keyboards
Joe Cooper: percussion
Paul Godfrey: sequencing

Engineered by Pete Norris
Recorded at Cheeba Central, London
Mixed by Mark Saunders at Room with a View, NYC
Produced by Morcheeba Productions and David Byrne

7. Dialog Box [3:30]
David Byrne: vocals, electric guitars
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refosco: percussion
Jon Blondell: Trombone
John Mills: baritone sax
Steve Williams: drums

Horn arrangement by Stephen Barber & John Mills
Recorded at Avatar, NYC & Kampo, NYC
Horns recorded at Congress House Studio, Austin, TX

8. The Other Side of This Life [4:00]
David Byrne: vocals, semi-nylon guitar
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refrosco: percussion, samples, kitchen implements
The Tosca Strings
Elaine Barber: harp
Steve Williams: drums, cowbell

Basic tracks recorded at Avatar, NYC
String overdubs recorded at Tequila Mockingbird, Austin, TX

9. Why [2:54]
David Byrne: vocals, electric guitar, programming
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refosco: percussion
The Tosca Strings
Jon Spurney: keyboards
Kenny Wollesen: drums

Drums recorded at Skyline, NYC

10. Pirates [3:52]
David Byrne: vocals, acoustic guitar
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refosco: percussion
The Tosca Strings
Jon Blondell: trombone
John Mills: baritone sax
Kenny Wollesen: drums

Drums recorded at Skyline, NYC
Horns recorded at Congress House Studio, Austin, TX

Drums recorded at Skyline, NYC

12. Astronaut [2:55]
David Byrne: vocals, electric guitar
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refosco: percussion
Pamelia Kurstin: theremin
Steve Williams: percussion

13. Glad [1:58]
David Byrne: vocals, nylon-string guitar
Paul Frazier: bassw
Mauro Refosco: percussion
The Tosca Strings
Jon Blondell: trombone
John Mills: clarinet, bass clarinet
Steve Williams: spaghetti percussion

Horns recorded at Congress House Studio, Austin, TX

14. Un di Felice, Eterea [2:51]
David Byrne: vocals
Jon Vercesi: Rhodes
Sandra Park, Sharon Yamada,
Soo Hyun Kwon, Katherine Fong: violins
Dawn Hannay, David Creswell: violas
Alan Stepansky, Jeremy Turner: cellos
Shelly Woodworth: oboe , English horn
Mark Nuccio: clarinet; Philip Myers: French horn
John Patitucci: bass

Written by Giuseppe Verdi, from La Traviata (P.D.)
Arranged by Anthony Finno
Recorded and mixed by Kevin Killen
at Sound on Sound, NYC

15. Lazy [9:35] – Bonus Track
Written by David Byrne and X-Press 2
Published by Chrysalis Music (ASCAP) / Deconstruction Songs Ltd. (PRS),
administered by BMG Music Publishing (PRS) / Moldy Fig Music (BMI)
Arrangement by Stephen Barber based on arrangements by Dan Foster, Steven
Hussey and Anu Pillai for Freeform Five David Byrne: vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, drum programming
Paul Frazier: bass
Mauro Refosco: percussion
The Tosca Strings
Patrick Dillett: background vocals
Steve Williams: drum triggers

info: davidbyrne.com

Glass, Concrete & Stone
Written by David Byrne © 2004

Now
I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
to send a little money home
from here to the moon
is risin' like a discotheque
and now my bags are down and packed for traveling

Lookin' at happiness
keepin' my flavor fresh
nobody knows I guess
how far I'll go, I know
so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock
meet in a parkin' lot
Harriet Hendershot
sunglasses on, she waits by this

Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home.

Skin, that covers me from head to toe
except a couple tiny holes and openings
Where, the city's blowin' in and out
this is what it's all about, delightfully

Everything's possible
when you're an animal
not inconceivable
How things can change, I know

So I'm puttin' on aftershave
nothin' is out of place
gonna be on my way
Try to pretend, it's not only

Glass and concrete and stone
That it's just, not a home.
And its glass and concrete and stone

It is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Let my body and soul be my guide

The Man Who Loved Beer 
Written by Donald Charles Book and Kurt Wagner

To whom can I speak today
The brothers they are equal
But the old friends of today
They have become unlovable

To whom can I speak today
The gentleness has perished
And the violent man has come down on everyone

To whom can I speak today
The wrong which roams the earth
There can be no end to it
It is just unstoppable

Death is in my sights today
As when a man desires
To see home after many years in jail

February through December
We have such a tragic year
As separate as the fingers
Suddenly - as one - as the hand

And the violent man has come down on everyone
And the violent man has come down on everyone

Au Fond du Temple Saint
Written by Georges Bizet, from Les Pêcheurs de Perles

Au fond du temple saint
Paré de fleurs et d'or,
Une femme apparaît!
Je crois la voir encore!
Une femme apparaît!
Je crois la voir encore!

La foule prosternée
La regarde, etonnée,
Et murmure tous bas:
Voyez, c'est la déesse!
Qui dans l'ombre se dresse
Et vers nous tend les bras!

Son voile se soulève!
Ô vision! ô rêve!
La foule est à genoux!

Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse 
plus charmante et plus belle!
Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse 
qui descend parmi nous!
Son voile se soulève et la foule est à genoux!

Mais à travers la foule
Elle s'ouvre un passage!
Son long voile déjà
Nous cache son visage!
Mon regard, hélas!
La cherche en vain!

Elle fuit!
Elle fuit!

Oui, c'est elle! C'est la déesse!
En ce jour qui vient nous unir,
Et fidèle à ma promesse,
Comme un frère je veux te chérir!
C'est elle, c'est la déesse
Qui vient en ce jour nous unir!
Oui, partageons le même sort,
Soyons unis jusqu'à la mort!

Empire
Written by David Byrne © 2004

In national elections
In songs raised on high
With stirring emotions
As tears fill our eyes.

In democratic fever
For national defense
I am a mountain
I am a mountain
I am a mountain
Like birds upon a fence
Like birds upon a fence

Young artists and writers
Please heed the call
What's good for business
Is good for us all

For as it is in Nature
So it is in life:
The weak among us perish
The weak among us perish
The weak among us perish
The strong alone survive
The strong alone survive

Voices like thunder
Decisions like steel
The past and the future
They belong to us all

From every mountain
The water and the land
The world that we've created
The world that we've created
The world that we've created
By working hand in hand
By working hand in hand

Tiny Apocalypse
Written by David Byrne © 2004

Raise up - shake them lazy bones
Read the T-shirt but still don't understand
Comin' home with a little apocalypse
It comes, now do you have time for this?

A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear
Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
Well I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme
Well I got me a car and I don't know how to drive

In the event of a pressure loss
All our lines are busy now
I will be laughing out loud anyhow

Ev'ryday, a little apocalypse
Lay down, lay down next to this
Lookin' at the body well I don't even know his name
Call me in this morning was a friend of mine

Well the wind so strong, it's blown us all around
Wind so strong, nobody settle down
Ev'ryday another apocalypse
Had a TV but I don't know how deep it is

Please read the print advisory
Would you like to go ahead?
Dancin' wherever she goes - Tippytoes

Rhetorical
Memorial
Invisible
Incredible
Unstoppable
Emotional
Illogical
Sensational

Little sister gotta take her medicine
Baby brother, gonna do it all again
Runnin' fast but cannot catch the bus
Funny feelin', this is part of us

And you must take your medicine
Getting better everyday
Good for a limited time - Feelin' fine

We will return your things to you
When it's time for you to leave
So quiet nobody knows - Tippytoes

She Only Sleeps
Written by David Byrne © 2004

She might dance all night
In a topless bar
Fool around, go too far
But I don't mind
You see things are not what they appear
'Cause she only sleeps with me.

She might drink a bit
Lose her way
Crash the car
But come out OK
And my friends might laugh
But they only know what they can see
And she only sleeps with me

Nights on Times Square
Live and on stage
High heels
She feels
That she's dancin' for me

And the little bird
Flies from tree to tree
To the highest branch
Where she thinks she's free
She can have it all
That's the reason you wouldn't believe
That she only sleeps with me

There's a porno book
In the library
Nothin' ever goes
Were it shouldn't be
And the world is queer
And the human is strangest of all
And she only sleeps, yeah, she only sleeps
Yeah, she only sleeps with me

Dialog Box
Written by David Byrne © 2004

Picture this
Bumping lips
Everyone talks
Do a dialogue box

They shake and bake
Make a cranky face
They got rocks in the head
Got rocks in the bed

Pull the hood down
Grab the fold out
Is it too loud?
Is it all right?

Makin' contact
And you know that
Need a tight fit
To survive

Romeo
Said Juliette
Got a dialogue box
Hey look at me, that's my answer

All Sparkly white
Shiny bright
A genuine smile
The Renegade style

Gonna heat 'em up
And stir the pot
bake it a while
Then cool on the side

Tribulation
Revelation
Absolution
Prophesized

I'm a rich man,
I'm a poor man
But the main thing
I'm alive

Lost in Space
Cosmic haze
Beautiful wreck
Special effect

Clean and pure
Swift and sure
I'm ready to drop
In a dialogue box

Decoration
Innovation
My creation
Any size

If you try it
And you like it
You can have it customized

Gonna test ya
With a gesture
Do I feel ya?
Are ya scared?

In the darkness
In the details
At the movies
Or a play

All crinkled up
Delirious
Fall through the cracks
In a dialogue box

With a smiley bump
Gonna line 'em up
And the question I ask

Hey look at me
That's my answer

The Other Side Of This Life
Written by David Byrne © 2004

I don't have any more problems
All of my worries are gone
Beautiful angels appear at my side
And corporate sponsors will act as my guide
Agents & analysts take me inside
The other side of this life

Beautiful people are walking
And beautiful people are we
Bright as the sunlight at noon ev'ry day
The people in nightclubs they all turn away
But when it's over we're returning to
The other side of this life

I made a church of your hair-do
And I made a shrine of your legs
I promised to love and to worship each day
I know that heaven is not far away
Management told me they're sure I will play
The other side of this life

Lookin' in the mirror
Peekin' 'round the corner
Where the grass is always greener
Peekin' through the curtain
I gotta have a peek in
It's genuine upholstered leather

Doctor I'm back for a visit
The symptoms are worse than before
Although it's spelled wrong, my name's up in lights
I feel so good, but you say it's all right
I'll pay the price if you help me to find
The other side of this life
The other side of this life

Why
Written by David Byrne © 2004

I don't have any philosophy
Why do I know what I know?
I see the world in a coffee cup
And when I drink it down there I go

We have our own kind of universe
Sometime but not always true
How come? Wait! Maybe I think it is
The view is very nice and it's big through and through

I got skills and I got secrets, I can part my hair
I feel an empty space where love could be
In adjoining universes
Touching here and there
I stick my head outside and I can see - that

Particles spin 'round a nucleus
Planets encircle the sun
Further out there is the Milky Way
The coolest part of all cracks me up, Ev'rytime

Life isn't really miraculous
It had to happen this way
We had to meet in this checkout line
Explain it as a simple twist of fate
But we can't - be - sure

Pirates
Written by David Byrne © 2004

A distant car, a quiet night
Like starin' at the ceiling
My sleepy eyes, you smell so nice
It's such a funny feeling
Got no idea, what time it is
Delightfully confusing
The trees outside, the morning light
Arrives, like pirates on parade
Surprise, it's pirates on parade

A ray of light, between the blinds
I lie there in a stupor
I hear a thud, and then a flush
Guess it must be the neighbors
I blink my eyes, I laugh inside
Imagine what they're saying
I see your shape and through the night
Here come, those pirates on parade
Ahoy, it's pirates on parade

Through the rough and stormy weather
On a search for buried treasure
There's an island to explore
Ev'ry wave that whispers softly
"Stay in bed, 'cause it's still early"
Dolphins frolic by the shore
And the phone never rings when the pirates are singing

Well there's 16 men on a dead man's chest
In this hallucination
The map we got, x marks the spot
We're following directions
The 7 seas, the balmy breeze
The pleasure of surrender
The end is nigh, the sun is high
It's late, for pirates on parade
Too late, for pirates on parade

Traffic noises down below me
A helicopter circles slowly
Monsters sink into the deep
Mountainous and downy billows
Float among those fluffy pillows
Maybe I'll go back to sleep
And the phone never rings when the pirates are singing

This wicked life
So what's in store behind that velvet curtain?

The night is gone
And the day is here
The stupid sun is shinin'
The moon reflects
Your hair's a mess
It's lovely imperfections

My crew and I
The clear blue skies
Sail on, with pirates on parade
Sail on, you pirates on parade

Civilization
Written by David Byrne © 2004

Somewhere between the darkness and light
Faces all glow but its not too bright
Civilization, its all about knives and forks

Isn't she here? What time is it now?
Is this the right place? Do I fit with her crowd?
I'm gonna be a civilized man someday

Part of me wants to jump and shout
Part of me wants to tear it down
I thought you might prefer the cabernet

Civilization, its all about sex
Havin' a ball in a padded banquet
I'm gonna be that really cool guy someday

The waiter looks me over
Would you like cream or sugar?
I don't know - what was I supposed to say

She wonders if I'll notice
I should have brought some roses
Her plate is full, she hasn't eaten all day

Glasses collect we order some booze
She looks at me, I stare at her shoes
Mature situations, maybe a broken heart

Maybe I ought to pay the bill
Maybe she thinks I never will
A million things that cross a woman's mind

Just be yourself, well that's what they say
I barely know who I was yesterday
I'm gonna be that civilized guy someday

Good friends and conversations
The rise and fall of nations
A moments glory and they've had their day

And on my high school folder
I drew a big gorilla
Something familiar, something far, far away

Somewhere between the darkness and light
She touches my hand, she don't seem to mind

We can go home, we can be civilized

Astronaut
Written by David Byrne © 2004

The Western lands
Day turns to Night
Immaterial play of light
It's very nice out here

Poked my hand in a hornet's nest
They flew out around my face
I guess it's just self defense

The camera pans
The focus shifts
The world is a hornet's nest
I learned my lesson well

I surf the net
And watch TV
There's peace in the Middle East
Feel like I'm an astronaut
Now I am an astronaut

Glad
Written by David Byrne © 2004

I'm glad I've got skin, I'm glad I've got eyes
I'm glad I got hips, I'm glad I've got thighs
I'm glad I'm allowed to say the things I feel
I'm glad Igot hair, glad I got ears
I'm glad I got lungs, I'm glad I got tears
Glad that I never ever know what's real

I'm glad I got lost
I'm glad I'm confused
I'm glad I don't know, what I like
I'm glad I got stoned
I'm glad I got high
I'm glad I found out I'm alright

I'm glad when the sex is not so great
I'm glad that I doubt, I know what they say
I'm glad when I get my girlfriends names confused

I'm glad I know how my life will end
I'm glad I don't have no common sense
I'm glad the things are wrong I thought I knew

I'm glad I'm a mess
I'm glad you don't mind
I'm glad you're better than me
I'm glad that I changed
I'm glad I'm not nice
I'm glad it's the way, it must be

I'm glad I can't see beyond myself
I'm glad when the conversation ends
It's good when it's bad, I'm glad it's not -
worrin' me

Un dì, Felice, Eterea
Written by Giuseppe Verdi, from La Traviata

Un dì, felice, eterea,
Mi balenaste innante,
E da quel dì tremante
Vissi d'ignoto amor.

Di quell'amor ch'è palpito
Dell'universo, Dell'universo intero,

Misterioso, Misterioso altero,

Croce e, Croce e delizia
Croce e delizia, delizia al cor.

Misterioso, Misterioso altero,

Croce e delizia al cor.
Croce e delizia al cor.

Delizia, delizia al cor.
Delizia, delizia al cor.

Croce e delizia, delizia al cor
Croce e delizia al cor.

Lazy

I'm Lazy when I'm loving
I'm Lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin
I'm lazy when I talk

Open up my mouth
Air comes rushin out
Nothin doin nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin lovin all the time

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me?

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

There's  some folks they got money &
Some folks life is sweet
Some folks make decisions &
Some folks clean the street

Now, Imagine what it feels like
Imagine how it sounds
Imagine life is perfect and every thing works out

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Imagine there's a girlfriend
Imagine there's a job
Imagine there's an answer
Imagine there's a God
Imagine I'm a Devil
Imagine I'm a Saint
Lazy money, lazy sexy, lazy outa space

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

Lazy when I work
Lazy all the day
Screamin all you like but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm prayin
Lazy on the job
Gota lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy bod

Hard men, Hard Lives, Hard keepin it all inside
Good times, Good God, I'm so Lazy I almost stop

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me