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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Apple
Vocals
Jon Brion
All Instruments
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Butch Norton
Drums
Michael Breaux
Woodwinds
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
Rich Costey
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Apple
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Brion
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Steve Mixdorf
Assistant Engineer
John Tyree
Assistant Engineer
Greg Collins
Assistant Engineer
Rob Brill
Assistant Engineer
Tom Banghart
Assistant Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Letras
You wanna make me sick
You wanna lick my wounds
Don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
No matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry, get off now, baby
It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby
You make it run, run, run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry, get off now, baby
It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry, get off now, baby
It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands
Writer(s): Fiona Apple Maggart
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