This name I got we all agreed See could stop, stop it will rid We could bind it in the cist We could gather, throw a fit Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen
Ooo, we were little boys, ooo, we were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, opie mouth, question Did we miss anything
Scratch the scandals in the twilight Trying to shock, but instead Idle hands all orient to her Pass a magic pillow under head It's so much more attractive
Laocoon and her two sons Pressured storm, tried to move No other more, emotion bound Martyred, misconstrued Lighted in a room, lanky room Lighted, lighted
Put your hair back, we get to leave Eleven gallows on your sleeve Shallow figure, winner's paid Eleven shadows way out of place Standing too soon, shoulders
Could it be that one small voice, doesn't count in the world? Yellow like a Geisha doll, denial all the way Could this by three be turned? Honor marches
Take a turn, take a turn Take our fortune, take our fortune They called the clip a two-headed cow Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Up the stairs to the landing Up the stairs into the hall oh, oh, oh Take oasis Marat's bathing We walk through the wood We walk Up the stairs to the
Long gone intuition To assume are gone when we try I dream of a living jungle I'm on my way back home, couldn't find shyer West of the fields, west of
Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay Reason it could polish up the gray Put that, put that, put that up your wall That this isn't country at all Raving
Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion Not everyone can carry the weight of the world Not everyone
[Inaudible] Got to punch, right on target Twisting tongues Gotta stripe down his back All nine yards down her back Give me a couple Don't give me a
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Laocoon and her two sons Pressured storm, tried to move No other more, emotion bound Martyred, misconstrued (chorus) Lighted
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion Not everyone can carry
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) Scratch the scandals in the twilight Trying to shock but instead Idle hands all orient to her Pass a magic pillow
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) We were little boys We were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) This name I got we all were green See could stop stop it will red We could bind it in the cist We could gather, throw a
