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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Garbage
Vocals
Shirley Manson
Vocals
Steve Marker
Guitar
Duke Erikson
Bass Guitar
Butch Vig
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shirley Manson
Songwriter
Steve Marker
Composer
Duke Erikson
Composer
Butch Vig
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garbage
Producer
Shirley Manson
Producer
Steve Marker
Producer
Duke Erikson
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Butch Vig
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Recording Engineer
Scott Hull
Producer
Billy Bush
Recording Engineer
Heba Kadry
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
They'll love you too
They'll love you too
They'll love you too
They'll love you too
They'll come to you
They'll come to you
They'll come to you
They'll come to you too
They'll worship you
They'll worship you
They'll worship you
They'll worship you
They'll use you too (they'll use you too)
They'll lie to you (they'll lie to you)
They'll steal from you (they'll steal from you)
They'll sell you too (they'll sell you too)
They'll turn on you
They'll come for you
They'll hurt you too
They'll get to you too
And there will be no apologies
And no more security
There will be no cops
Just men with guns
In their shiny black uniforms
And their big black boots
With their shiny black batons
And their sleek black cars
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys
And there will be no marches
There will be no purity
No more TV
And no more motorcades
And no more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades
There's a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
There's a sky full of tears
There's a sky full of tears
I've been awake all night (been awake all night)
And the sun don't shine (and the sun don't shine)
The night's so long (and the night's so long)
And the moon is in shock (and the moon is in shock)
At all the lovers turn cops
At all the lovers turn cops
Oh, all the lovers turn cops
All the lovers turn cops
And no more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades
No more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades
There's nothing to grieve
There's nothing to lose
There's nothing to hide
There's nothing to grow
There's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
This is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
They killed the horses
Shh
Writer(s): Shirley Ann Manson, Butch Vig, Douglas Elwin Erickson, Steve W Marker
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