Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Green Day
Green Day
Künstler:in
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Gitarre
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Begleitgesang
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Schlagzeug
Lady Cobra
Lady Cobra
Begleitgesang
Jason White
Jason White
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter:in
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Songwriter:in
Monica Painter
Monica Painter
Songwriter:in
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Produzent:in
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Produzent:in
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Produzent:in
Lee Bothwick
Lee Bothwick
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Ingenieur:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Produzent:in
Brad Kobylczak
Brad Kobylczak
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songtexte

Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife What's that I hear, you wanna go for a ride? Oh, don't be afraid boy, to come inside I got the thing that you want, the fix that you need Chase this with a little lust and greed I'll be the devil on your shoulder saying, "Hey boy, come over" My black heart beats crimson and clovers So, operator, operator, patch my boy in This is nightlife and I'll get under your skin Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife Short of breath, heart beat fast Sounds like love, but you know it won't last Cheap champagne stain on an even cheaper suit Hope there's more in your pants than a bus route Red-velvet balls line the sugar-coated walls Girls on your bar stools for late last calls This town is full of snakes, mistakes and whiskey shakes It's too late I already cut the breaks Well, I am rolling, strolling into town (Come inside) Is it me or am I going crazy? (It's just you) This dirty city is my sugar town (Sugar town) My little Angel of Death is my nightlife (Come inside) (It's just you) (Sugar Town) Better make a move before I get bored If you wanna explore my vocal chord Baby girl go-go dance in the cooch And one hand on my knee, hand on the hooch Why don't you stick around for one more round? This place is a circus and I know you'll be my clown 'Cause I'm a ringleader, I run the show And only when I tell you will it be time to go Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (See you later) She is my nightlife
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Monica Painter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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