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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Tasteninstrumente
Jon Theodore
Jon Theodore
Schlagzeug
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Leadgesang
Michael Shuman
Michael Shuman
Bassgitarre
Troy Van Leeuwen
Troy Van Leeuwen
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Komponist:in
Jon Theodore
Jon Theodore
Komponist:in
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Songwriter:in
Troy Van Leeuwen
Troy Van Leeuwen
Komponist:in
Michael Shuman
Michael Shuman
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Queens of the Stone Age
Queens of the Stone Age
Produzent:in
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Ingenieur:in
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Rankin
Mark Rankin
Mischtechniker:in
Reuben Cohen
Reuben Cohen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Robert Stevenson
Robert Stevenson
Ingenieur:in
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Ingenieur:in
Davey Latter
Davey Latter
Schlagzeugtechniker:in
Greg White
Greg White
Ingenieurassistent:in
Matt Zivich
Matt Zivich
Gitarrentechniker:in
Salar Rajabnik
Salar Rajabnik
Gitarrentechniker:in
Wayne Faler
Wayne Faler
Gitarrentechniker:in

Lyrics

Climb that ladder You gotta hold your tongue You better turn a blind eye 'fore they take your other one Kneel and bow Take your licks You gotta swallow your pride Hope success comes quick Back that up Run like a rabbit, as fast as you can 'Cause we all trade for what we want Is what you get worth you gave up? If you're alright Then you're made to parade After years at the company winning From the high horse you will ride You will look down at the peasantry Kill themselves to make you smile Slake your thirst, bitches Come get what you deserve Kill the very last whale aboard a yacht of fur Binge and purge I did not notice the weight of the chains till they're cut from me How'd I drag them for so long? Drain the ocean All I am is what you mean to me How I love you above all What you worship is your god You're sure to be a winner, babe Give your best years away To a bloated corporation Who'll work you like a slave Best think twice Oh I, oh I don't know what time it was I just felt so young With a brand new page In the morning sun So you're made to parade with the mess you made? Well, by all means If I followed you, I'd be lost too, that can never be So you're made to parade with the mess you made? Well, float away If I followed you, I'd be lost too, that can never be
Writer(s): Jon Theodore, Michael Shuman, Dean Fertita, Joshua Homme, Troy Van Leeuwen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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