Songwriters: Stipe, Michael; Berry, William; Buck, Peter; Mills, Mike
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
(chorus)
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A-P-T
We'll stumble through the yard
Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star
Yellow mixed with golden hue
Scan the graveyard, dead there be
Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain
(repeat chorus 2x)
It was round about midnight. Hipster town
Imagine going for a walk
Things get around to taking place. It's not a waste of time
The rich got a little poorer
Things get around to taking place. If they're gonna happen at all
Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff
It was round about midnight. Hipster town
It was round about midnight. Hipster town
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