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