Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thousand Foot Krutch
Performer
Rui Da Silva
Remixer
Steve Augustine
Drums
Trevor Mcnevan
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Mcnevan
Songwriter
Steve Augustine
Songwriter
Joel Bruyere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor Mcnevan
Producer
Lyrics
Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up 'til they can't no more
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call
I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way
When it hits, it shakes me to the core
And makes me stronger than before
It's not a question about trust
But will you stand with us?
Can you feel it? Make it real
Hey-O!
Here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out 'til it gets to hot
Everybody sing
Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up 'til they can't no more
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call
There's a rumble in the floor
So get prepared for war
When it hits, it'll knock you to the ground
When it shakes up everything around
But survival is a must
So will you stand with us?
Can you feel it? Make it real
Make me feel it
Oh, I think it might wash away tonight
Awaken from this never ending fight
It takes more than meets the eye
This war we're fighting is not just rotting
Hey-O!
Here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out 'til it gets too hot
Everybody sing
Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up 'til they can't no more
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call
Writer(s): Joel Bruyere, Trevor Mcnevan, Steve Augustine
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