Man-sized Wreath

Composição Buck, Mills, Stipe Turning on the TV and what do I see? A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me – wow! I’d have thought by now we would be ready to proceed But a tearful hymn to tug the heart And a man-sized wreath – ow! Throw it on the fire Throw it in the air Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don’t care, oh Give me some Wave the palms, still the arms, fists in the air A motorcade of a night-string(?) shows the people that you care – ow! Nature abhors a vacuum but what’s between your ears? Your judgement cluttered with fearful thoughts A headlights and a deer – ow! Throw it on the fire Throw it in the air Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don’t care, oh Give me some Well I’m not deceived by pomp and odious conceit But a tearful hymn to tug the heart And a man-sized wreath-ow! Throw it on the fire Throw it in the air Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don’t care, oh Look at what I’ve found Everybody look around Everybody looking like they just don’t care Throw it on the fire Throw it in the air Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don’t care, oh Give me some Give me some Give me some