1.A F public service aC nnouncement followed me Bm home the other day. I F paid it neverC mind.Gm Go Away. F Shits so thick you could C stir it with a stick-free Bm Teflon whitewashed presidency. F We're sick of being C jerked around, Gm wear that on your sleeve.
BRIDGE: C Broadcast me a joyful noise unDm to the times,Bm lord, count yourC blessings. We're sick of being Dm jerked Bm around weAm all fallC down.
2.Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances. Well,look behind the eyes. It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized "save my own ass, screw these guys" smoke and mirror lock down.
BRIDGE: Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings. The Papers wouldn't lie! I sigh, Not one more.
Ref:2× It's been a bad day. Please don't take a picture. It's been a bad day.
Please.
1.We're dug in deep the price is steep. The auctioneer is such a creep. The lights went out, the oil ran dry we blamed it on the other guy. Sure, all men are created equal. Heres the church, heres the steeple. Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
1.Dmi Smack, crack, bushwhacked G Tie another one to your racks, Dmi baby Dmi Hey kids, rock and roll G Nobody tells you where to go, Dmi baby
R:F What if I ride, what if you walk? Ami What if you rock around the clock? G Tick-tock, tick-tock Emi What if you did, what if you walk? What if you tried to get G off, Dmi baby?
2.Hey, kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to do, baby Hey kids, shake a leg Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby
R:Maybe you did, maybe you walked Maybe you rocked around the clock Tick-tock, tick-tock Maybe I ride, maybe you walk Maybe I drive to get off, baby
R2:C Hey kids, shake a leg Maybe you're crazy in the head, Dmi baby C Ollie, ollie, ollie ollie ollie Ollie ollie in come free, Dmi baby C Hey, kids, where are you? G Nobody tells you what to do, Dmi baby
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3.Smack, crack, shack-a-lack Tie another one to your backs, baby Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to go, baby
R:Maybe you did, maybe you walk Maybe you rock around the clock Tick-tock, tick-tock Maybe I ride, maybe you walk Maybe I drive to get off, baby
R3:Emi Hey kids, where are you? Nobody tells you what to G do, Dmi baby Emi Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to G go, Dmi baby Dmi baby, baby ..
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R.E.M.: Man On The Moon
C Mott the Hoople and the D game of Life. C Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Ami Andy did you hear about G this one? Ami Tell me, are you locked in the G punch? Hey Ami Andy are you goofing G on Elvis? Hey, C baby. D Are we losing touch?
G If you Ami believed C they put a D man on the G moon, C /Ami man on the D moon. G If you beAmi lieve C there's nothing Hmi /C/H up their Ami sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Newton bot beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing 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, yeah, yeah, yeah. Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.