The utter truth of it, you don't allow me to cover my back on the first wind, then when I've done so and get back, I get you hated us, you didn't trust us, fuck off. Nothing can do, but that's why, afford a first right to cover my own back, in full understanding, I might ever think about it. Cuts both ways, every mistake on earth ain't my fucking own forever yer know. Anyway, we at twin peaks yet, erm.