A public service announcement followed me home the other day,
I bade it nevermind, go away.
The shit's so thick, you could stir it with a stick,
The paper wouldn't lie, wisdom got lost to mankind, we gloat and jeer with it

Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord,
Count your blessings, ignore the lowest fear, well you can't send us, listen,

Radio no, play the game, three words, first one short,
Magazine, book, cinema, N - O - down,
Many fears are gone, step down, step down,
Watch a heel crush, ah this means war

A public service announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind. Go away.
Shit so thick you could stir 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

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, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings.
Embrace the lowest fear/Ignore the lower fears
Ugh, this means war.

It's been a bad day.
Br.

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
Pleaase

Writer : MILLS, MIKE / BERRY, WILLIAM / BUCK, PETER / STIPE, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.