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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Axl Rose
Axl Rose
Vocals
Caram Costanzo
Caram Costanzo
Performer
Buckethead
Buckethead
Guitar
Chris Pitman
Chris Pitman
Keyboards
Dizzy Reed
Dizzy Reed
Keyboards
Eric Caudieux
Eric Caudieux
Performer
Frank Ferrer
Frank Ferrer
Drums
Paul Tobias
Paul Tobias
Guitar
Richard Fortus
Richard Fortus
Guitar
Robin Finck
Robin Finck
Guitar
Ron Thal
Ron Thal
Guitar
Tommy Stinson
Tommy Stinson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Axl Rose
Axl Rose
Songwriter
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Songwriter
Paul Tobias
Paul Tobias
Arranger
Sean Beavan
Sean Beavan
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Axl Rose
Axl Rose
Producer
Caram Costanzo
Caram Costanzo
Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Eric Caudieux
Eric Caudieux
Editing Engineer
Sean Beavan
Sean Beavan
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

It don't really matter Gonna find out for yourself No, it don't really matter, ooh Gonna leave this thing to somebody else If they were missionaries Real-time visionaries Sittin' in a Chinese stew To view my disinfatuation I know that I'm a classic case Watch my disenchanted face Blame it on the Falun Gong They seen the end and you can't hold on now 'Cause it would take a lot more hate than you To end the fascination Even with an iron fist More than you got to rule a nation When all I've got is precious time It don't really matter Guess I'll keep it to myself Said it don't really matter It's time I look around for somebody else 'Cause it would take a lot more time than you Have got for masturbation Even with your iron fist More than you got to rule a nation When all we've got is precious time More than you've got to fool a nation When all I've got is precious time It don't really matter I guess you'll find out for yourself No, it don't really matter So you can hear it now from somebody else You think you got it all locked up inside And if you beat them enough, they'll die It's like a walk in the park from a cell Now you're keeping your own kind in hell When your Great Wall rocks, blame yourself While their arms reach out for your help And you're out of time
Writer(s): Robin Finck, Caram Chase Costanzo, Tommy Stinson, Darren A. Reed, Josh Freese, Tobias Paul, W. Axl Rose, Eric Caudieux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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