r.e.m.
little america
I can't see myself at thirty  I don't buy a lacquered thirty  Caught like flies  preserved for tomorrow's jewelery  again  Lighted in the amber yard  a green shellback  green shellback  Preserved for tomorrow's eyes  in tree beer tar black brer sap   The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest   The consul a horse  Jefferson I think we're lost   Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?  Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?  Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season  Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?  The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,  The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost  The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,  A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer   Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback  Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,  Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game  Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,  The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,  The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost  The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,  The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost