myself what is this I feel so low could it be that the whole wide world is mad, I'm worried I ask myself can we still live close together... When religion comes to town
telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town
First Verse: Sitting in the backseat of your car, Oh how appropriate this is: another meaning given to my seating. Ill never know how to describe
Someone tell me how They got crazies to make a circle Something I never thought I'd see Everyone should speak Don't and they will make you I can feel
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Pretty blond hair singing as she walks China-like smile bitchin' as she talks Dangerous eyes on a small town girl
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out Wilder
re gonna happen at all Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff It was round about midnight. Hipster town It was round about midnight. Hipster town
t get caught, Box cars (are pulling) out of town, box cars (are pulling) out of town Box cars (are pulling) out of town There's a secret stigma, reaping
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change Though all the feelings that broke through that door Just didn't
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the ruin
him mad fed up The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first time Since his mother died when he was 5 Sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E Just
live alone...die alone. Keep running. I'm supposed to be the sun in your sky, or the one that you would die for cry for give it all and lay it on the
Leaving behind a world on the brink of destruction. Dreamlike, seeking another way out. Another empty promise that I could do without. Afraid or unafraid
All is well, life is hell, sometimes I wanna cry A tear will never fall from these eyes Misfortune turns to knowledge and knowledge turns to strength
Johnny never went to college. He couldn't afford the fee. He got lucky; he had an uncle who worked for NBC. Now Johnny's taking orders for people who
A bid farewell in pools of crimson A rose colored lullaby There can be no justice It can't be taken back All the evil deeds you've done Have left your
Lessen programs promoting contraception If it means protection in the next election Religious groups will keep sending those checks in So we can start
Okay, I'm reloaded and all ya'll bastards is done freeloading We took the script, ripped it, 'cause we wrote it And if you ain't notice, I'm so goddamn
