Текст песни R.e.m. - Sad Professor
R.e.m. - Sad Professor слова песни
(Buck/Mills/Stipe)If we`re talking about loveThen I have to tell youDear readers, I`m not sure where I`m headedI`ve gotten lost beforeI`ve woke up stone drunkFace down in the floorLate afternoon, the house is hotI started, I jumped upEveryone hates a boreEverybody hates a drunkThis may be a lit inventionProfessors muddled in their intentTo try to rope in followersTo float their malcontentAs for this reader,I`m already spentLate afternoon, the house is hotI started, I jumped upEveryone hates a sad professorI hate where I wound upDear readers, my apologiesI`m drifting in and out of sleepLong silence presents the tragediesOf love. Note the age. Get afraidThe surface hazy with attendant thoughtsA lazy eye metaphor on the rocksLate afternoon, the house is hotI started, I jumped upEveryone hates a boreEverybody hates a drunkEveryone hates a sad professorI hate where I wound upI hate where I wound up