Smack, crack, bushwhacked Tie another one to the racks, baby Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to go, baby What if I ride? What if you walk
Hey now, little speedy head The read on the speed meter says You have to go to task in the city Where people drown and people serve Don't be shy, your
Bastards stole their power From victims of the Us v.Them years Wrecking all things virtuous and true The undermining social democratic Downhill slide
tongue, ma, hold your tongue" You don't owe me anything You don't want this sympathy (Waste your breath) Don't you waste your breath (Waste your breath) For
Keys cut, three for the price of one Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use I've changed the locks and you can't have one You, you know the
Readying to bury your father and your mother What did you think when you lost another? I used to wonder, why did you bother? Distanced from one, blind
I will try not to breathe I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold I will try not to breathe
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I will try not to breathe I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Smack, crack, bushwhacked Tie another one to the racks, baby (chorus 1) Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where
hold your tongue You don't owe me anything You don't want this sympathy (waste your breath) Don't you waste your breath (waste your breath) For the silver
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years, Wrecking all things virtuous and true The undermining
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Keys cut, three for the price of one Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use I've changed the locks And you
shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago
up my sleeve, then nothing is cool Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah,
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Readying to bury your father and your mother, What did you think when you lost another? I used to wonder why did you bother
Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Hey now, little speedyhead, The read on the speedmeter says You have to go to task in the city Where people drown and people
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) This here is the place I will be staying There isn't a number. You can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long
