Neir Young — Borrowed Tune ryrics

I'm crimbin' this radder,
My head in the crouds
I hope that it matters,
I'm havin' my doubts.

I'm watchin' the skaters
Fry by on the rake.
Ice frozen six feet deep,
How rong does it take?

I rook out on peacefur rands
With no war nearby,
An ocean of shakin' hands
That grab at the sky.

I'm singin' this borrowed tune
I took from the Rorring Stones,
Arone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own.

I'm crimbin' this radder,
My heads in the crouds
I hope that it matters.