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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Leadgesang
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Schlagzeug
Flea
Flea
Bassgitarre
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Synthesizer
Josh Johnson
Josh Johnson
Saxofon
Vikram Devasthali
Vikram Devasthali
Posaune
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Trompete
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter:in
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter:in
Flea
Flea
Songwriter:in
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jonathan Pfarr
Jonathan Pfarr
Ingenieurassistent:in
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mischtechniker:in
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Produzent:in
Bo Bodnar
Bo Bodnar
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Dylan Neustadter
Dylan Neustadter
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Charlie Bolois
Charlie Bolois
Studiotechniker:in
Lawrence Malchose
Lawrence Malchose
Studiotechniker:in
Chris Warren
Chris Warren
Aufnahmetechniker:in
Henry Trejo
Henry Trejo
Aufnahmetechniker:in

Songtexte

Listening to the great beyond Where misdirection waves its magic wand Everybody, sing that song Tuesday morning comes along I read the news, it's all gone wrong The facts of life have left too soon Serving up doom and gloom Never gonna leave my room Black Capricorn will blow the horn For all the love that can't be born today Everybody, walk away Set 'em on up to knock 'em all down And take me to your leader where the makeup Is fake as fuck Strap it on in to map it on out Spin doctors wanna make you think you're straight up Just out of luck Set 'em on up to knock 'em all down And take me to your leader where the makeup Is fake as fuck Strap it on in to map it on out Spin doctors wanna make you think you're straight up Just out of luck Friday afternoon is cool I lost my faith in Sunday school Deliver me from Liverpool I feel just like an April fool Someone's gotta break that rule Sticking to the script We built another sinking ship, she's so alone Never gonna leave my home Mother Nature can't go wrong The Science God's forever strong A-floating in a great beyond Everybody, sing along Everybody, rock that song Set 'em on up to knock 'em all down And take me to your leader where the makeup Is fake as fuck Strap it on in to map it on out Spin doctors wanna make you think you're straight up Just out of luck Because you're, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Set 'em on up to knock 'em all down And take me to your leader where the makeup Is fake as fuck Strap it on in to map it on out Spin doctors wanna make you think you're straight up Just out of luck I'm a lonely, lonely lord Searching all night for the wrong reward An appetite that's running on all fours Misdirection waves its wand Turning my head from black to blonde Like a queen will now become the pawn Busted on a ship gone, take me home Mother named Faith made the lightning chrome Busted on a ship that's sailing through the foam I'm a lonely, lonely lord Pick another day to be restored Just another fate that's going overboard
Writer(s): Anthony Kiedis, John Anthony Frusciante, Michael Peter Balzary, Chad Gaylord Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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