I would dare you, but I know I don't need to You're going to do just what you want to You're going to take the leading chair at the fairground You're going to sing the praises of your fruit
Mine smell like honey, uh! Mine smell like honey, uh! Mine smell like hu- hu- hu- honey, uh!
Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! Track a trail of honey through it all
If the end comes faster than we had expected And predictions lead us to the final fall If the flowers crack the grave and leave the patterns of the pavement I can hear you shouting over it all
Mine smell like honey, uh! Mine smell like honey, uh! Mine smell like hu- hu- hu- honey, uh!
Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! Track a trail of honey through it all
Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! Track a trail of honey through it all
You track a trail of honey through it all You track a trail of honey
Compositores: John Michael Stipe (Michael Stipe) (PRS), Michael e Mills (Mike Mills) (PRS), Peter Lawrence Buck (Peter Buck) (PRS)Editor: Temporary MusicPublicado em 2010 e lançado em 2011 (10/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #14590130 e fonograma #2179595 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM