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R.E.M. - The Wake Up Bomb (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Performer
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Drums
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Guitar
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Bass Guitar
Nathan December
Nathan December
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Producer
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Producer

Letra

I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease I scud along the horizon, I drink some sweet tree tea I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean I like being seen I look good with my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973 I'm in deep My head's on fire and high esteem Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything I had to knock a few buildings over I make an ugly mess I had to blow a gasket Drop transmission I had to decompress I had to write the great American novel I had a neutron bomb I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21 I wake up (I wake up) I wake up (I wake up) I threw up when I saw what I'd done Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up Yeah, atomic, supersonic What a joke, I'm dumb See ya, don't wanna be you Lunch meat, Pond scum My head's on fire in high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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