Move back

The hair is a concern
No respect will you earn
The shirt is a wreck
And your mouth is like heck
Your brain is a mess
Immediately confess
Sins fill your soul
Satan fills that hole
Fight for the notes
Wear corduroy coats
Run from those friends
Where trouble never ends
Open up your eyes
See nothing but lies
Smiles turn to hell
No sounds when you yell
Now nothing has weight
From the previous state
You've fallen down hill
Running only from still
Yet this is the gate
To the friendly fate
The one that does learn
Away from the burn
Backing does prove
Indeed a good move