Vārdi: R.E.M.. Dead Letter Office. Burning Down.

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(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin

(chorus)
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they've got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
His story's timely, oh, oh, oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear

(repeat chorus)

You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh, oh, oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he's got a gun

(repeat chorus)