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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Richard Patrick
Programmierung
R. DiLeo
Programmierung
Geno Lenardo
Gitarre
F. Cavanagh
Bassgitarre
Steven Gillis
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Richard Patrick
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Richard Patrick
Produzent:in
R. DiLeo
Produzent:in
Ben Grosse
Mischtechniker:in
Geno Lenardo
Produzent:in
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
You take my money
You think you're great
You think it's funny
And I hate your face
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You got your reasons
And I got my case
Just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You think you're precious
And I think you're shit
And I'd kill your father
To destroy his seed
Oh, nothing will ever
Destroy your greed
You just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
Get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
Now when you break yourself down
Go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down, yeah
And see through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live through this
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel taller
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel so tall, tall
Like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
Writer(s): Richard Michael Patrick, Oumi Kapila
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