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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Status Quo
Status Quo
Künstler:in
Francis Rossi
Francis Rossi
Stimme und Gesang
Richard Parfitt
Richard Parfitt
Gitarre
Andrew Bown
Andrew Bown
Tasteninstrumente
John "Rhino" Edwards
John "Rhino" Edwards
Bassgitarre
Jeff Rich
Jeff Rich
Schlagzeug
Dave "Salty" Salt
Dave "Salty" Salt
Tasteninstrumente
Alan "Tonto" Jhowry
Alan "Tonto" Jhowry
Gitarre
Andrew "Toot" Carman
Andrew "Toot" Carman
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Paxman
Mike Paxman
Produzent:in
Chris West
Chris West
Mischtechniker:in

Paroles

Got out really early from the factory, driving like a nut in the rain Don't think I was acting so hysterically But I didn't see a thing until it came Man, the drunks were verbal in the takeaway Beating up the Chinese at the counter I put a few inside me at the end of the day I took out my revenge on the revolution counter Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Into a brand, new car In walks Bud, with his exploding nose He'd been giving it maximum today He shouted, how the devil you in trouble, I suppose But all you ever do is run away Turned up the motor into hyper-drive I wasn't gonna take any of that Don't get bright ideas about a suicide 'Cause all I ever hear is zoom, wam, bam past me Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Into a brand, new car Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Into a brand, new car Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before I see it all through flashes of depression I dry up my drink and people running for the door God, I make some kind of impression 'Cause when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel I'm only half the man I should be But metal hitting metal, isn't all I feel And everything is good as it possibly could be Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Into a brand, new car Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Into a brand, new car Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Writer(s): Graham Thomas Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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