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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Byrne
David Byrne
Stimme und Gesang
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Tasteninstrumente
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Begleitgesang
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Gitarre
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Schlagzeug
Shankar
Shankar
Geige
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter:in
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Komponist:in
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Komponist:in
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Produzent:in
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Produzent:in
David Byrne
David Byrne
Cover-Grafik
Alex Sadkin
Alex Sadkin
Mischtechniker:in
Franklin Gibson
Franklin Gibson
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jay Mark
Jay Mark
Ingenieurassistent:in
John Convertino
John Convertino
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Butch Jones
Butch Jones
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

Everybody, get in line! Nothing can come between us Nothin gets you down Nothing strikes your fancy Nothing turns you on Somebody is waiting in the hallway Somebody is falling down the stairs Set someone free, break someone's heart Stand up help us out Ev'rything is divided Nothing is complete Ev'rything looks impressive Do not be deceived You don't have to wait for more instructions No one makes a monkey out of me We lie on our backs, feet in the air Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain Snap into position Bounce till you ache Step out of line And you end up in jail Bring me a doctor I have a hole in my head But they are just people And I'm not afraid Doctor, Doctor We have nothing in our pockets We continue But we have nothing left to offer Faces pressed against the window Hey! they are just my friends Check this out don't be so slick Break our backs, it goes like this We are born without eyesight We are born without sin And our mama protects us From the cold and the rain We're in no hurry Sugar and spice We sing in the darkness We open our eyes (open up) I can't believe it And people are strange Our president's crazy Did you hear what he said Business and pleasure Lie right to your face Divide it in sections And then give it away There are no big secrets Don't believe what you read We have great big bodies We got great big heads Run-a-run-a-run it all together Check it out - still don't make no sense Makin' flippy floppy Tryin to do my best Lock the door We kill the beast Kill it!
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Franz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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