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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Foster the People
Foster the People
Künstler:in
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Stimme und Gesang
Isom Innis
Isom Innis
Schlagzeug
Oliver Goldstein
Oliver Goldstein
Schlagzeug
Gabe Noel
Gabe Noel
Cello
Ollie Green
Ollie Green
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isom Innis
Isom Innis
Songwriter:in
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Foster
Mark Foster
Co-Produzent:in
Isom Innis
Isom Innis
Produzent:in
ALi
ALi
Mischtechniker:in
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mischtechniker:in
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Mischtechniker:in
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Parading to the masses We're coming so fresh to death I've been stealing looks from shadows You conjure with your purse Yeah you're walking in stilettos But your nose is bleeding out I've been running from the devil But the devil's on my back I'm decreasing Took a leave of absence from the war If the wall is coming down Then we've got to press the pedal Got my hands up in the air I'm saying I can't breathe I got my hands up in the air I'm saying Hey man get away from me Yeah, hey man get away from me Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah Never asked for any favors Nothing I want from you Well I've been looking for an answer To keep me from falling through And I'm waiting for the voice to speak 'Cause I can't see I hope we'll hear the sound eventually I felt their claws obstructing refuse Refugees and the new run Lock our voices in the oven Like Sylvia at home My eyes are on the world Yeah, my hands anxious To feel something real True colors tend to glisten And then reveal Where's the love? Hm And why are we so far from love? Chased by badgers, ducking lights Push the dagger when it's right Martial law, inshallah Mi casa es tuya Ghosting like I'm Daniel Johnston And I'm locked up in the basement Where Satan lies in satin tweets And realigns his face lift The criminals are laughing with Their empty, toothless faces We've melted all our gold To recommence our idol worship We all pretend one day We'll be the greatest of the Gatsby's Growling mouths with rabies And loyal like Sid & Nancy (Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy) Hey man get away from me You pretend you got control (trol, trol, trol, trol, trol, trol) (Ha, ha) Hey man get away from me I never asked for any favors Nothing I want from you I've been praying for an answer To keep me from falling through, yeah Yeah, I'm waiting for the voice to speak Because I can't see Oh, we'll hear the sound eventually, yeah We'll hear the sound, oh We'll hear the sound eventually
Writer(s): Isom David Innis, Mark Derek Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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