Living Well Is The Best Revenge

Composição Buck, Mills, Stipe Introdução: It's only when your poison spins into the life you'd hoped to live and suddenly you wake up in a shaken panic now You had set me up like a lamb to slaughter Garbo as a farmer's daughter Unbelievable, the gospel according to who? I lay right down All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils Choking on the bones you tossed to them now I'm not one to sit and spin because living well's the best revenge Baby, I am calling you on that Don't turn your talking points on me. History will set me free The future is ours and you don't even rate a footnote now! So who's chasing you? Where did you go? You disappear mid-sentence In a judgement crisis I see my in and go for it You weakened shill. All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils Choking on the bones you tossed to them now I'm not one to sit and spin because living well is the best revenge and baby, I am calling you on that You savor your dying breath I forgive but I don't forget You work it out, let's hear that argument again Camera three... GO NOW! All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils Choking on the bones you tossed to them now I'm not one to sit and spin because living well is the best revenge and baby, I am calling you on that Baby, I am calling you on that Baby, I am calling you on that