Lyrics R.E.M. – Burning Down
Text:
From the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew’s harp, you’re reeking gin
Running water on a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down
My hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down
Can’t you see that my hands are bound
Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
His story’s timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down
My hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down
Can’t you see that my hands are bound
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he’s got a gun
Burning down
My hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down
Can’t you see that my hands are bound
He’s cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he’s got a gun
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down
My hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down
Can’t you see that my hands are bound
Album
R.E.M. – Dead Letter Office
