Birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, Listen to yourself churn,
World serves its own needs,
Dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an ox, speak, grunt, no, strength,
The Ladder start to clatter witha fear
Fight down, height.
Wire in a fire representing seven games,
And a government for hire at a combat site;
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters, baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped.
Look at that low plane.
Fine, Then.
Uh-oh. Overflow population, common food,
But it’ll do to save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart beat,
Dummy with a rapture and the reverend and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light,
Feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
(It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it
(It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it
(It’s time I had some time alone)
And I feel fine
– REM
