Lyrics R.E.M. – 9–9
Text:
(Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord to hesitate.)
Got to punch, right on target
Twisting tongue, got a stripe
Down your back, all nine yards
Down her back
Give me a couple, don’t give me a couple of pointers
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch, right on target
Twisting tongue, got a stripe
Down your back, all nine yards
Down her back
Give me a couple, don’t give me a couple of pointers
Turn to lies and conversation
What is in my mind, what is in my mind
(Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean? Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh, come on, hesitate, hesitate.)
Got to punch, right on target
Twisting tongues, got a stripe
Down your back, all nine yards
Down her back
Give me a couple, don’t give me a couple of pointers
Turn to lies and conversation fear, conversation fear
Conversation fear, conversation fear