Man-Sized Wreath (Live)

This next new song will not be on the next record
Really?
No
Do you think...?
I think it's a little early to make that call
Alright, you're right, I might, maybe
(B side)
There are no B sides anymore it's all MР3s
There are no A sides either

Turn on the TV and what do I see?
A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me, wow

I'd have thought by now we would be ready to proceed
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart and a man-sized wreath, ow

Throw it on the fire, throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance floor like you just don't care, oh
Give me some

Wave the palms, steal the alms, fists in the air
A motorcade on benign streets shows the people that you car, ow

Nature abhors dystopia but what's between your ears?
Your judgement clouded with fearful thoughts, headlights and a deer, ow

You throw it on the fire, you throw it in the air
Or kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care
Look at what I've found, everybody look around
Everybody's looking like they just don't care, oh
Give me some

I'm not deceived by pomp and odious conceit
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart and a man-sized wreath, ow

Throw it on the fire, you throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance floor like you just don't care
Look at what I've found, everybody look around
Everybody's looking like they just don't care

Throw it on the fire, throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care, oh
Give me some
Give me some
Give me some
Give me some



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael Stipe, Michael E. Mills
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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