R.E.M. - It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
Six o’clock - TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
Ian Brooks fun fact (for anyone who missed this one before): I can sing this song perfectly verbatim, but only after two drinks and not one more or one less. And now you know.