Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Vocals
Dean Thompson
Dean Thompson
Guitar
Drew Michael
Drew Michael
Drums
Bramwell Bronte
Bramwell Bronte
Programming
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Synthesizer
Johnny Davis
Johnny Davis
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Dean Thompson
Dean Thompson
Engineer
Bramwell Bronte
Bramwell Bronte
Producer
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Sound Design
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We were like brothers Everybody said we looked the same You're a little taller, and broader, and bolder We were afraid of your mother Hell, she used to hit you so hard And your dad took off when you were a baby And you still hate me for my dad stuck around And you pin me to the ground Eight years old with a replica gun pushin' in my skull Saying you're gonna kill me if I tell Never did, and I never will That house was living hell Come on I remember my mother when she found a new man And your mother thought she found a partner A father for you, no wonder you can't stand me I can't stand me, too I can't stand me, too Oh, your grandmother repaired the anger in me Spoke to me like I was an adult Didn't take sides and didn't turn me against my dad Then she took those pills and now she's gone See her in the night In the corner of my eye And I see her in the night Heard you glassed a boy back in the borders Some naughty family boys are after you You pinned me to the wall and said my mother Stole your inheritance from you, oh yeah We ain't got a penny between us Holding up this tin that we live in You pinned me to the wall and smashed a bottle Your eyes the door to hell and all within Ha
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