Lyrics:

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)







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

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

Yeah