(Cohen/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.

You know that it sounds childish
That you've dreamt of alligators.
You hope that we are all with you

And you hope that you're recognized
You want to go forever
You see it in my eyes.

I'm lost in the confusion
And it doesn't seem to matter
You really can't believe it

And you hope it's getting better.

You want to trust the doctors

Their procedure is the best
But the last try was a failure
And the intern was a mess.

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 it
You 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 sense
But they're saying don't be frightened

And they're killing alligators
And they're hog-tied
And accepting of the struggle


You want to trust religion
And you know it's allegory

But the people who are followers
Have written their own story.
So you look up to the heavens

And you hope that it's a spaceship
And it's something from your childhood
Your thinking don't be frightened


You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever

You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.
And you want to cross your DNA

To cross your DNA with something reptile.
And you're questioning the sciences
And questioning religion

You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
And you want to bridge the schism,

The built in mechanism to protect you.
And you're looking for salvation
And you're looking for deliverance

You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
You want to climb the ladder

You want to see forever.
You want to go out Friday
You want to go forever.