1.Electrolite(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm gasoline
I'm burnin'n clean
Twentieth century, go and sleep
You''re plasticine
That is obscene
That is obscene
But you are the star tonight,
You shine electric outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight
If I ever want to fly
Muholland drive
Up in the sky
Hollywood is under me
I'm Martin Sheen
I'm Steve McQueen
I'm Jimmy Dean
But you are the star tonight
You shine electric outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight
If you ever want to fly
Muholland drive
You are alive
Stand on a cliff and look down there
Don't be scared
You are alive
You are alive
But you are the star tonight
You shine electric outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolite
You're outta sight
Twentieth century go and sleep
Really deep
We won't blink
Your eyes are burnin' holes through me
I'm not scared
I'm out of here
I'm not scared
I'm out of here
2.The Wake Up Bomb(Live Version)(Atlanta)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
(I...was...cool)
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
3.Binky The Doormat(Live Version)(Atlanta)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
This is horror movie stuff.
the muffin is peach, you're 'makin' love'.
you mean this opera involves handcuffs？
I lay defeated.
yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet.
she's a girl and she's loving me.
but distance is my tendency.
I am defeated.
have you lost your place？
I wore my doormat face.
I hung my this or that.
I laid my welcome mat.
If I'm your oyster, where's the war？
you leave me gasping, tattered and torn.
I know you can't find a fork.
I am just a little acorn.
well, acorns grow to mighty trees.
you've got sauce, but you don't have knees.
now look who's asking pretty please.
I lay defeated.
have you lost your place？
i wore my doormat face.
I hung my this or that.
I laid my welcome mat.
Call your bathroom friends around.
I will fake a little frown.
I will be your little clown,
easily defeated.
yeah, shut the door and open wide.
seconal and astroglide.
fuck with me and traumatize.
don't you see i love your hide？
all the beauty that's trapped inside.
can't you see i love your hide？
can't you see i love your hide？
can't you see it？
have you lost your place？
I wore my doormat face.
I hung my this or that.
I laid my welcome mat.
4.King Of Comedy(808 State Remix)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with shrewd denial
Make your money expert advice,
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
You can lie as long as you mean it
I'm not king of comedy,
Grease the pig, give a squeeze(squeeze me)
Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station
Don't forget to ask for mercy
Make your money with a pretty face
Make it easy with product placement
Make it charged with controversy
I'm straight, I'm queer, I'm bi
I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television
Make your money, make it rich
make it young and make it quick
Make your money on the jukebox, baby,
it's pick up sticks,
Make your enemies make your moves
Make your critics fumble through
Make it smart and make it schmooze
Make it look easy
I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television,
I'm not your movie screen
I'm not commodity(all together now)
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
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