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Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Stimme und Gesang
Drew Michael
Drew Michael
Schlagzeug
Adam Granduciel
Adam Granduciel
Akustische Gitarre
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Produzent:in
David Kohn
David Kohn
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Claude Vause
Claude Vause
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Adam Granduciel
Adam Granduciel
Produzent:in
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Ingenieur:in
Dean Thompson
Dean Thompson
Ingenieur:in
Austin Asvanonda
Austin Asvanonda
Ingenieur:in
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Mischtechniker:in
Dani Bennett- Spragg
Dani Bennett- Spragg
Mischtechniker:in
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Paroles

Road like the surface of the moon A Detroit neighbourhood left to ruin Girl at the wheel showing me the sight Of this crumbling empire Following suit in the Atlantic mirror Under the Byker Bridge, they shiver It's one for me, and one for the dead And one for my crumbling empire I'm not preaching, I'm just talking I don't wear the shoes I used to walk in But I can't help thinking where they'd take me In this crumbling empire My old man worked on the rail yard Betting his trade on the electrical bars It got privatised, the work degraded In this crumbling empire My mother delivered most of the kids in this town My step-dad drove in a tank for the crown It left them homeless, down and out In their crumbling empire And I'm not preaching, I'm just talking I don't wear the shoes I used to walk in But I can't help thinking where I'd be In this crumbling empire In this crumbling empire In this crumbling empire In this crumbling In this crumbling empire I was a kid when they threw him out Livin' of the streets down Camden town Under the arches, strung wide out In our crumbling empire 25 years on crack and dope Bagging the painful synthetic hope Just another kid failed by these blokes In their crumbling empire I'm not preaching, I'm just talking I don't wear the shoes I used to walk in But I can't help thinking where they'd take me In this crumbling empire In this crumbling empire In this crumbling empire In this crumbling empire In our crumbling empire (oh) In their crumbling empire In our crumbling empire (oh) In our crumbling empire (oh) Yeah (oh) Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh
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