R.E.M. — Radio Free Europe
Beside yourself if radio’s gonna stay
Reason it could polish up the gray
Put them put them put that up your wall
That this isn’t country at all
Rabies station
It’s all good still
Keep me out of country in a work
Deal the portions leading us absurd
Push it push it push it to the pope
Glad this isn’t nothing at all
Frayed all the butt
Wed to good
Calling out ray in transit, Calling out ray in transit
Radio free your rope, Radio
The son defied media to blast
Instead of pushing malice is to call
Put them put them put them before all
Glad this isn’t fortunate to call
Rabies station
It’s on your stale.
Calling out ray in transit, Calling out ray in transit
Radio free your rope, Radio.
To side this hill, calling all the boats,
The nucleus too fast
Beat me out a country in the work
Disappointers engine us absurd.
Strayed off the bun
Wear to go
Calling out ray in transit, Calling out ray in transit
Radio free your rope, Radio Free your rope
I am not calling out anything today: we have sunshine after a straight week of rain. The worse rain since the 1930s. That is good enough for me.
Strayed off the bun, HA!