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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Home Counties
Home Counties
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Will Harrison
Will Harrison
Komponist:in
Conor Kearney
Conor Kearney
Texte
Dan Hearn
Dan Hearn
Texte
Lois Kelly
Lois Kelly
Texte
Barn Peiser Pepin
Barn Peiser Pepin
Texte
Bill Griffin
Bill Griffin
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Conor Kearney
Conor Kearney
Produzent:in

Songteksten

Strobe light
I find that LEDs are too bright
Does that make me uptight?
Not liking messing with the strobe light
Being seen in plain sight
That's why I'm afraid of the day light
I just think it's not right
And there's a long queue – only going cos I'm felt I should do
Have I grown cold – seven pounds a pint yeah that's a rip off
God I feel old – twenty four complaining it's a shithole
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
Now I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, their all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
Now I'm on the bus home, oh its going so fast
My phone's blowing up, friends are trying to get me back
Oh it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate
What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say
God I feel old – twenty four and captive to the FOMO
Back into the strobe light – come on you can tell me
Am I uptight?
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
Now I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, their all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
Written by: Barn Peiser Pepin, Bill Griffin, Conor Kearney, Dan Hearn, Lois Kelly, Will Harrison
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