What's The Frequency, Kenneth? — R.E.M.

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed

I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"

A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth

You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene

You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth

You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

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