Tekst:
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
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, hesitate
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
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, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
All nine yards down his back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
Conversation fear Conversation fear Conversation fearn fear, conversation fear
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, hesitate
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
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, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
All nine yards down his back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear
Conversation fear Conversation fear Conversation fearn fear, conversation fear
