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A public service Announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it never mind
Go away
Shit so thick you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus Subcommittee Prize
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in-pants glances
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthetized
"Save my own ass, screw these guys"
Smoke and mirror lock down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh
Not one more
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
We're dug in the deep, the price is steep
The auctioneer is such a creep
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal
Here's the church, here's the steeple
"Please stay tuned - we cut to sequel"
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
Ignore the lower fears
Oh, this means war
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
I paid it never mind
Go away
Shit so thick you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus Subcommittee Prize
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in-pants glances
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthetized
"Save my own ass, screw these guys"
Smoke and mirror lock down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh
Not one more
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
We're dug in the deep, the price is steep
The auctioneer is such a creep
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal
Here's the church, here's the steeple
"Please stay tuned - we cut to sequel"
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
Ignore the lower fears
Oh, this means war
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord
Count your blessings
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day
Please
Lyrics submitted by butterflykiss84
Bad Day Lyrics as written by Peter Lawrence Buck William Thomas Berry
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Adding to what has already been said, I remember reading a 1985 interview with Stipe who said before each show he would watch TV to see what was going on with the world. I'm sure that he was quite frustrated with the news, especially if it was outside the U.S.A. "Here's the church, here's the steeple" is an old children's game played with the hands. The full verse goes like this: "Here's the church, here's the steeple, open the door, and there are all the people." I link this to the line "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down" which is a reference to one of the many endings to "Ring around the Rosies." (I've also heard this called "Ring-a-ring-o-rosies" as well.) In other words, the news is being oversimplifed and boiled into sound bites so that we can't really comprehend what is going on. I'm also reminded of a quote by Walter Cronkite: "Originally I wanted to end each broadcast with 'for more information on these stories, consult your local newspaper.' However, they told me I could not say that because some newspapers wouldn't carry some stories. I was told to change it to "That's the way it is." (This is not the exact words, but the gist is the same.) One of the nice things about the internet is that you can dig deeper into a story by seeing what people blog about it.