di Berry, Stipe, Mills, Buck   

REM

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

What if I ride, what if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What if you did, what if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby? Ho, oh,

Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Oh-oh
Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you’re crazy in the head, baby
Oh-oh

Maybe you did, maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride, maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby…

di Wachter, Milicevic, s.Leto, j. Leto                                                                                            

THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS

He’s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough
Get enough of the oneFor a fortune he’d quit
But it’s hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn’t want to read the message outOn a mountain he sits
Not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look
See the lives that he took
From a count to one
He’ll decide when he’s done with the innocent
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)…