Lyrics
Steady repetition is a compulsion to travel
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 tongues
Got a stripe
Down his 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 tongues
Got a stripe
Down his 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? (Yeah, mind-mind)
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
What is?
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
Hesitate
Got to punch
Right on target
Twist his tongue
Got a stripe
Down his back
All nine yards
Down her back
Give me a couple
Don't give me a couple of pointers
Turn to lies and conversation
Oh, conversation fear
Conversation fear
(Fear, conver-, conver-)
("Take Control," "Take Control")
Uh
(What?)
Written by: Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck, William Berry
