Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Buck
Guitar
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Mike Mills
Bass
Joey Waronker
Drums
Ken Stringfellow
Keyboards
Scott McCaughey
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Mike Mills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R.E.M.
Producer
Pat McCarthy
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jamie Candiloro
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Hey there now young wholly, swing along
Quote the scriptures, keep them guessing
Which pit you crawled from.
Just defy it, just deny it, was it fun?
Your time is come -
What have you done? What have you done?
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,
The machine of God singing.
It's the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision
It's the knowing with a wink that we expect in Southern women
It's the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself
It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,
The machine of God ring!
Hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard
Laughing 'cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing.
Write the holy terror, suck the marrow from the bone -
Singe your own wings burning books,
You got the chorus and the ring.
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in the Greek chorus,
The machine sings.
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chime in the Greek chorus,
The machine sings.
That's when the calibration brittle as a stick
Gets you the gold ring
And the tar museum Che Guevera wink,
Gold ring.
Gold ring.
Sing... (x4)
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe
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