Will you be my Mary Magdalene Would you be my American dream Will you mix your perfume up from diesel fumes and gasoline Be my sweet insurgent and load the magazine Let's shoot out the lights tonight We've been waitin' too long for them to turn green
Now take the wheel the highway's clear I got the throttle now baby you steer And let's squeeze every drop out of this machine The coffee - the diesel - the methamphetamine 'Til this Goddamn rig can't run no faster Baby ain't we a beautiful disaster
So our stars'll burn their brightest Just before they burn out Here in our prime Well I know it's just the way of things So if we're short on years baby we're long on miles So let's grind the gears and sink the needle in the red on all the dials
You know I love to watch them angels fightin' over you Heaven knows they left me long ago
Oooh la salvadora Oh sweet catastrophe Ah siren song The captain says there's nothin' wrong As I dash my ship upon your shore A mad-drunk and reckless troubadour I'm outside here hollerin' at your door begging you for more of you
Now take the wheel the highway is clear I got the throttle now baby you steer Let's squeeze every drop out of this machine The coffee - the diesel - the methamphetamine 'Til the horses scream that they can't run no faster Baby ain't we a beautiful disaster
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"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.