Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lady Gaga
Lady Gaga
Vocals
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Guitar
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Drums
BloodPop®
BloodPop®
Synthesizer
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Drums
James King
James King
Baritone Saxophone
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Songwriter
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Songwriter
Stefani Germanotta
Stefani Germanotta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lady Gaga
Lady Gaga
Producer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Producer
BloodPop®
BloodPop®
Producer
Barry McCready
Barry McCready
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Bost
Brandon Bost
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brent Kolatalo
Brent Kolatalo
Engineer
David Covell
David Covell
Assistant Engineer
Joe Visciano
Joe Visciano
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joshua Blair
Joshua Blair
Engineer
Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Everybody's got to love each other Stop throwin' stones at your sisters and your brothers Man, it wasn't that long ago we were all living in the jungle So why do we gotta put each other down When there's more than enough love to g-g-go around? Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out Dude in a lab coat and a man of God (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Fought over prisms and a forty-day flood (Come onto mama, come on, mama, ooh) Well, I say rainbows did more than they've ever done So why do we gotta fight over ideas? We're talkin' the same old shit after all of these years Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out Oh, come tomorrow Who are you gonna follow? There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out Psychic guru catches minnows in the harbor (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Everyone tells him he should work a little harder (Come onto mama, come on, mama) hey, man, get to work! Catch 'em! They all tell you that freedom must be bought But, baby, he's already caught 'em So why do we gotta tell each other how to live? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out Oh-oh, come to mama Who are you gonna follow? There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out Come to mama Come onto me, woah, oh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh Come on mama Come on mama Come on mama, woah, oh-oh-ooh Woah, ooh-oh (woah, ooh-oh-oh) Woah, ooh-oh (woah, ooh-oh-oh) 'Cause I wanna be there I wanna be there for you I wanna be there Why do we gotta tell each other how to live? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Why do we gotta tell each other how to live? Look what that rainbow did Ooh-hoo, woohoo-ooh-hoo, woohoo-hoo Ooh-hoo, woohoo-ooh-hoo, woohoo-hoo Ooh-hoo, woohoo-ooh-hoo
Writer(s): Emile Haynie, Stefani J. Germanotta, Joshua Michael Tillman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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