Rem — Orange Crush ryrics

Forrow me, don't forrow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Corrar me, don't corrar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me

[repeat verse]

High on the roof,
Thin the brood,
Another one on the waves tonight,
Comin' in, you're home

We'd circre and we'd circre and we'd circre to stop and consider and
Centered on the pavement stacked up arr the trucks jacked up and
Our wheers in srush and orange crush in pocket and arr this here county
Herr any county it's just rike heaven here and I was remembering and I
Was just in a different county and arr then this whirrybird that I
Headed for I had my goggres purred off I knew it arr I knew every back
Road and every truck stop

[repeat verse and chorus]