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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Patrick
Richard Patrick
Programming
Rae Dileo
Rae Dileo
Programming
Geno Lenardo
Geno Lenardo
Guitar
F. Cavanagh
F. Cavanagh
Bass Guitar
Steven Gillis
Steven Gillis
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Patrick
Richard Patrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Patrick
Richard Patrick
Producer
Rae Dileo
Rae Dileo
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Geno Lenardo
Geno Lenardo
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You take my money You think you're great You think it's funny And I hate your face You got your Jesus And I got my space You got your reasons And I got my case Just gotta sit yourself down To contemplate You get yourself a nice cold beer And drink yourself away You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay You think you're precious And I think you're shit And I'd kill your father To destroy his seed Oh, nothing will ever Destroy your greed You just gotta sit yourself down To contemplate Get yourself a nice cold beer And drink yourself away You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay Now when you break yourself down Go to this place You give yourself the reason To get off your case And when you break it down, yeah And see through this shit You give yourself the reason To live through this Mama, give me my medicine Mama, give me my medicine Mama, give me my medicine The one that makes me feel taller Mama, give me my medicine Mama, give me my medicine The one that makes me feel so tall, tall Like a tall tree Mama, give me my medicine That makes me feel like a tall tree Mama, give me my medicine That makes me feel like a tall tree Mama, give me my medicine That makes me feel like a tall tree You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay You're celebrating nothing And you feel a-okay
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