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