You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever
You know that it sounds childish
That you dreamt of alligatorsYou hope that we are with you
And you hope you're recognized
You want to go forever
You see it in my eyesI'm lost in the confusion
And it doesn't seem to matter
You really can't believe it
And you hope it's getting betterYou want to trust the doctors
Their procedure is the best
But the last try was a failure
And the intern was a messAnd they did the same to Matthew
And he bled 'til Sunday night
They're saying, "Don't be frightened"
But you're weakened by the sight of itYou lock into a pattern
And you know that it's the last ditch
You're trying to see through it
And it doesn't make senseBut they're saying, "Don't be frightened"
And they're killing alligators
And they're hog-tied
And accepting of the struggleYou want to trust religion
And you know it's allegory
But the people who are followers
Have written their own storySo you look up to the Heavens
And you hope that it's a spaceship
And it's something from your childhood
You're thinking don't be frightenedYou want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go foreverAnd you want to cross your D N A
To cross your D N A with something reptileAnd you're questioning the sciences
And questioning religion
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer careAnd you want to bridge the schism
A built-in mechanism to protect youAnd you're looking for salvation
And you're looking for deliverance
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care'Cause you want to climb the ladder
You want to go forever
And you want to go out Friday
You want to go forever
Songwriters
BUCK, PETER LAWRENCE/STIPE, MICHAEL J./MILLS, MICHAEL E./COHEN, LEONARDPublished by
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