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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Stimme und Gesang
Adam Tucker
Adam Tucker
Stimme und Gesang
Darek Cobbs
Darek Cobbs
Tasteninstrumente
Adam Blackstone
Adam Blackstone
Bass
Clay Sears
Clay Sears
Gitarre
Brian Frasier-Moore
Brian Frasier-Moore
Schlagzeug
Melvin Jones
Melvin Jones
Trompete
Michael Burton
Michael Burton
Saxofon
Wilbert Williams
Wilbert Williams
Posaune
Adam Halpin
Adam Halpin
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Anne Fraser Dansky
Anne Fraser Dansky
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Ben Rosenberry
Ben Rosenberry
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Jessie Bailey
Jessie Bailey
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Lauren Molina
Lauren Molina
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Leandra Ellis Gaston
Leandra Ellis Gaston
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Linny Smith
Linny Smith
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Marcus Paul James
Marcus Paul James
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Songwriter:in
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Songwriter:in
Melvin Jones
Melvin Jones
Horn-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Darek Cobbs
Darek Cobbs
Produzent:in
Adam Blackstone
Adam Blackstone
Produzent:in
Nick Baxter
Nick Baxter
Mischtechniker:in
Matthew Tuggle
Matthew Tuggle
Ingenieur:in
Jonny Solway
Jonny Solway
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Mark Kraus
Mark Kraus
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Atharva Dhekne
Atharva Dhekne
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Thea Prevalsky
Thea Prevalsky
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ary Maudit
Ary Maudit
Ingenieurassistent:in

Paroles

Hell is gone and heaven's here, there's nothing left for you to fear Shake your ass, come over here, now scream I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be You're my rock of empathy, my dear So come on, let me entertain you Let me entertain you Life's too short for you to die, come grab yourself an alibi Heaven knows your mother lied, mon cher Separate your right from wrongs, come and sing a different song The kettle's on, so don't be long, mon cher So come on, let me entertain you Let me entertain you Good evening, Newark My name is Robbie Williams This is my band And for the next two hours, your ass is mine! Look me up in the Yellow Pages, I will be your rock of ages You see through fads and your crazy phrases Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep, he popped a pill and fell asleep The dew is wet, but the grass is sweet, my dear Your mind gets burned with the habits you've learned But we're the generation that's got to be heard You're tired of your teachers and your school's a drag You're not gonna end up like your mum and dad Let me entertain you Let me entertain you Let me entertain you (you gotta let me, you gotta want me, you gotta-, ah) He may be good, he may be out of sight But he can't be here, so come around tonight Here is the place where the feeling grows You gotta get high before you-, eh! Let me entertain you Let me entertain you (bounce, c'mon yo, bounce, c'mon, yo) Let me entertain you Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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