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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ben Weinman
Gitarre
Brian Benoit
Gitarre
C. Pennie
Schlagzeug
Greg Puciato
Stimme und Gesang
Liam Wilson
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ben Weinman
Songwriter:in
Greg Puciato
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alan Douches
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ben Weinman
Produzent:in
Brian Montuori
Cover-Grafik
C. Pennie
Produzent:in
Dimitri Minakakis
Grafikdesign
James Russo
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve Evetts
Produzent:in
Tom Shumway
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
You'd never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom
This party is about to kick off
Tonight is the wrong night
The devil's own are only starting up the first round of the fight
So hang on tight
Dear mother,
The needle is jabbing the womb, draw back and release this child of disease
This mob is a riot
The outlaw youth are only emptying the first round of the night
Cause everything's not alright
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise
It's pretty apparent this boy is a curse
The Christ of the moment so blow him away
Hey, come on!
And take the new number if you're next in line
Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise
There won't be a next time
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you put the wool over our eyes
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you put the wool over our eyes
Writer(s): Greg Puciato, Benjamin Allen Weinman
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