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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Gitarre
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Stimme und Gesang
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Gitarre
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Schlagzeug
Jia O'Connor
Jia O'Connor
Bass
Christian Vachon
Christian Vachon
Geige
Greg Weeks
Greg Weeks
Cello
Maria Demacheva
Maria Demacheva
Geige
Tim Millar
Tim Millar
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter:in
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Songwriter:in
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Songwriter:in
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Songwriter:in
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
Greg Weeks
Greg Weeks
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Produzent:in
Peter Rutcho
Peter Rutcho
Mischtechniker:in
Dean Hadjichristou
Dean Hadjichristou
Ingenieur:in
Kevin Dietz
Kevin Dietz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

When you're born in the dirt, the only way to grow is up So we reach for the sun, but it seems Every rung that you climb is another crooked line That you cross off the tally of your dreams Don't step outta line, kid, you learn it pretty fast Every face has its place in the crowd They'll give you all the answers, so you don't ask any questions Then they'll march you with a smile into the ground And we all go to heaven in a little row boat So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop This stray dog world, this sick sad place Got a belly full of maggots and disease Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse Every word is a lie you best believe We take one step forward, then two steps back In a race to the bottom of the barrel They teach us how to fear, they teach us how to hate Then they arm us, and they march us off to hell And it's left, left, left, right, left So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop This ain't ever gonna stop 'Cause they came for our minds, we said nothing They came for our hopes, we said nothing They came for our souls, and still, we said nothing Now they're coming for our lives, so what's it gonna take? So what's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? Oh What's it gonna take? See how they run, see how they run So put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop, yeah Put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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