Don’t Look Back

Too many lovers, too many evils
Too many high class kinds of peoples
I've got soul, I've got loving
I know people who are just good for nothing
Too many soldiers with their backs against the wall
I'm as good as many, so much better than most

Too many people, oh so many
Cos they've got money, think they've got plenty
That's not so, yes we all know
Think that every street is paved with gold
You know Mr. Hobo sleeps out in the road
He's as good as many, so much better than most

It doesn't really matter what you are
You could go nowhere or you could go far
Cos there's no need to hide inside your shell
You're what you are, so try and be yourself, oh yeah

Jump back, baby, jump back
Don't look back, baby, don't look back
Jump back, baby, jump back
Oh don't look back, I said, baby