Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Regina Spektor
Stimme und Gesang
Judith Hamann
Cello
Mike Elizondo
Kontrabass
Stella Mozgawa
Schlagzeug
Leo Abrahams
Synthesizer
Julie Rogers
Geige
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Regina Spektor
Songwriter:in
Leo Abrahams
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Regina Spektor
Co-Produzent:in
Joel Davies
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Alex Williams
Ingenieur:in
Samur Khouja
Ingenieur:in
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mischtechniker:in
Leo Abrahams
Produzent:in
Letras
The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
And all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them
And all the mother's stepped away from their babies
Leaving them open and easy to handle
The trapper and the furrier went walking through paradise
They took some for now and they got some for later
And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them
And they filled up the cages with pets for their children
What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more
The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
And all the shelves were filled with awards and achievements
And on every corner, a power presentation
And on every floor, an army of workers
The owner and the manager went walking through paradise
And all their charts showed so much promise and progress
No sick days, no snow days, no unions, no taxes
And they wandered towards home, kings of their castles
What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more
The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
And all the sick were around and with fevers unbreaking
Crying and bleeding and coughing and shaking
And arms out stretched, prescription collecting
The lawyer and the pharmacist went walking through paradise
Pressed suits in a courtroom, aroma of chloroform
And they smiled at the judge, disposition so sunny
Cause they didn't have the cure but sure needed the money
What a strange, strange world we live in
Where the good are damned and the wicked forgiven
What a strange, strange world we live in
Those who don't have lose, those who got get given
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
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Written by: Regina Spektor