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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TV on the Radio
TV on the Radio
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Composer
Kyp Malone
Kyp Malone
Composer
Gerald Smith
Gerald Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Dan Huron
Dan Huron
Engineer
Chris Moore
Chris Moore
Engineer
Chris Coady
Chris Coady
Engineer
Kyle Boyd
Kyle Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Shunk
Brian Shunk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Congratulations on the mess you made of things I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants a bone, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost a lead, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized, objectified, you set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind, death professor 'Cause love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next Never you mind, death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high Y'all could use a doctor who's sick, who's next? Never you mind, death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so am I All could be the diamond fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
Writer(s): David Andrew Sitek, Gerard Anthony Smith, Babatunde Omoroga Adebimpe, David Kyp Joel Malone, Jaleel Bunton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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