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