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Nightlife
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Green Day
Green Day
Исполнитель
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Гитара
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Бэк-вокал
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Барабаны
Lady Cobra
Lady Cobra
Бэк-вокал
Jason White
Jason White
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Автор песен
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Автор песен
Monica Painter
Monica Painter
Автор песен
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Продюсер
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Продюсер
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Продюсер
Lee Bothwick
Lee Bothwick
Дополнительный инженер
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
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Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
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Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Инженер
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Миксинг-инженер
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
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Brad Kobylczak
Brad Kobylczak
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Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife What's that I hear, you wanna go for a ride? Oh, don't be afraid boy, to come inside I got the thing that you want, the fix that you need Chase this with a little lust and greed I'll be the devil on your shoulder saying, "Hey boy, come over" My black heart beats crimson and clovers So, operator, operator, patch my boy in This is nightlife and I'll get under your skin Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife Short of breath, heart beat fast Sounds like love, but you know it won't last Cheap champagne stain on an even cheaper suit Hope there's more in your pants than a bus route Red-velvet balls line the sugar-coated walls Girls on your bar stools for late last calls This town is full of snakes, mistakes and whiskey shakes It's too late I already cut the breaks Well, I am rolling, strolling into town (Come inside) Is it me or am I going crazy? (It's just you) This dirty city is my sugar town (Sugar town) My little Angel of Death is my nightlife (Come inside) (It's just you) (Sugar Town) Better make a move before I get bored If you wanna explore my vocal chord Baby girl go-go dance in the cooch And one hand on my knee, hand on the hooch Why don't you stick around for one more round? This place is a circus and I know you'll be my clown 'Cause I'm a ringleader, I run the show And only when I tell you will it be time to go Taking a ride to my old haunt She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife My favorite color's candy apple, girl And she resides in my mind and my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (Hey boy) She is my nightlife (See you later) She is my nightlife
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Monica Painter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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