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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dirty Pretty Things
Dirty Pretty Things
Performer
Carl Barât
Carl Barât
Guitar
Didz Hammond
Didz Hammond
Bass
Anthony Rossomando
Anthony Rossomando
Guitar
Gary Powell
Gary Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Barât
Carl Barât
Composer
Anthony Rossomando
Anthony Rossomando
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Sardy
D. Sardy
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Castle
Ryan Castle
Engineer
Andy Brohard
Andy Brohard
Editing Engineer
Graham Hope
Graham Hope
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Gossman
Jason Gossman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends And she'll find she'll wake up dead There's no card above receivers Still it's all so remote Behind the bench at the rec Where she lost fifty notes (she says) "I used to have a future But now I don't know Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow" Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah Drunk as a skunk Lean as a dean Always the same Since she was thirteen You want it You lame duck You want it Youre out of luck You've always been a seedy fuck So whats it gonna be? Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down We descend from clowns to dogs Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down We descend from clowns to dogs
Writer(s): Carl Barat, David Jonathan Hammond, Anthony Rossomando, Gary Armstrong Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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