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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes
Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Carter
Frank Carter
Songwriter
Dean Richardson
Dean Richardson
Songwriter
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Richardson
Dean Richardson
Producer
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Additional Producer

Lyrics

One, two, three, four My town, it looks like yours Run down, worn out, all shut doors Broken windows, empty halls Where no one gives a fuck at all My town, it looks like yours Never rains, it only pours No man's land of evil thoughts Where no one gives a fuck at all You You don't know why You never talk about what's deep inside My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears Behind closed doors We never talk about our fears Don't know why we're living here My town My town, it looks like yours Needles scattered on the floor Body parts in bags in wheelie bins My town, it looks like yours No one here can trust the law You win the fight but lose the war You You don't know why You never talk about what's deep inside My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears Behind closed doors Never talk about our fears Don't know why we're living here My town You let your dog shit on the street You kick the roses with your feet You punch each other in the teeth You drink until you all fall down You piss all over sacred ground You hate yourselves And you hate me You You don't know why You never talk about what's deep inside My town, it looks like yours We hide those tears Behind closed doors Never talk about our fears Don't know why we're living here My town
Writer(s): Christopher Carter, Dean Richardson, Kwes Darko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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