Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Allen Shellenberger
Schlagzeug
Jeremy Popoff
Begleitgesang
Kevin Baldes
Bassgitarre
Alan J Popoff
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeremy Popoff
Songwriter:in
Alan J Popoff
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lit
Produzent:in
Don Gilmore
Produzent:in
Brian Malouf
Mischtechniker:in
Daniel Mendez
Ingenieur:in
Cameron Webb
Ingenieurassistent:in
Matt Griffin
Ingenieurassistent:in
Brian Young
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
George Marino
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Michael Baskette
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
All right you guys if you know the words of this next song sing aloud
As loud as you fucking can, alright?
And if you don't know the words
Just fucking stand there and act like you do, okay?
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
I didn't mean to call you that
Well I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me
Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard, and I'm
Sleepin' with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you're gone, gone (yeah)
Well it's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then, I kick the livin' fuck out of me
The smoke alarm is goin' off, and there's a cig -- the fucking words
Still burnin'
Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard, and I'm
Sleepin' with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And you're gone, gone, on
Sing it!
Please tell me why
The car is in the front yard, and I'm
Sleepin' with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
(Ooh) It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy
(Ah-ooh) 'Cause every now and then, I kick the livin' shit out of me
(Ah-ooh) Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?
(Ah-ooh) Didn't mean to call you that (Ooh)
Jump!
It's such a fucking honor to be here at Woodstock this year, man
Fuck, I can't even tell you
Writer(s): Jeremy A Popoff, Alan J. Popoff, Kevin Baldes, Allen A Shellenberger
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