Burning Down - R.E.M.

From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew’s-harp, you’re reeking gin

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they’ve got your goat

Burning down — my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down — can’t you see that my hands are bound

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard

His story’s timely, oh, oh, oh What river is it anyway, radio

Not in a boat, in your ear

(repeat chorus)

You pick your island in the sun

Take your island off he’s got a gun

Burning down — my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down — can’t you see that my hands are bound

He’s cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck

Feeling mighty mighty, oh, oh, oh You can pick your island in the sun

Take your island off he’s got a gun

(repeat chorus)