I've felt uncomfortable since the day that I was born Since the day I glimpsed the black abyss in your eyes There's no way you could make all of this shit up on your own It could only come from the mastermind with eyes
I can't believe that I've considered taking my own life Cos I believed the lies about me were the truth It will be magic to watch your transformation when you realise that you've been had It's enough to make a guy like me feel sad
Cos you tell me that Jesus He hates fruit loops, son, We told you that when you were young Or pretty much anything you want him to Like sitcoms, pedophiles and kangaroos Morons who cut and line Three-bean salad and parking fines And when we win this war on society I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see
The arrogance it takes to walk around in the world the way you do It turns my brain to jelly every time The rage and fear I'm feeling have begun to make me sick And I think that I might be about to commit a crime
And you tell me that Jesus He hates homos son We told you that when you were young Or pretty much anything you want him to Like coco puffs, red cars and jews Postal clerks who waste your time Weight loss shakes, and the local news And when we win the war on society I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see
Cos Jesus, He hates faggots, son We told you that when you were young Or pretty much anyone you want him to Like ni--ers, spicks, redskins and kikes Men who cannot tame their wives Weaklings, cowards, and bald dikes, And when we win the war on society I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see
"It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" was inspired by a dream where Michael Stipe conjured up images of people with the initials L.B.: Lester Bangs, Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Leonard Bernstein.