We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the APT
We'll stumble through the yard

Force fields explorer racing home the ancient star
Yellow mixed with golden hue
Scan the graveyard dead there be

Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain

We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the APT
We'll stumble through the yard

Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain

It was round about midnight, hipster town, imagine going for a walk
Things get around to taking place, it's not a waste of time
The rich got a little poorer
Things get around to taking place if they're going to happen at all
Don't need that jazz, don't need that stuff
It was round about midnight, hipster town
It was round about midnight, hipster town

Force fields explorer racing home the ancient star
Yellow mixed with golden hue
Scan the graveyard dead there be

Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain
Ball and chain, ball and chain

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bill Berry, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe, Peter Buck