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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Slow Readers Club
The Slow Readers Club
Performer
Joseph Cross
Joseph Cross
Synthesizer
Aaron Starkie
Aaron Starkie
Lead Vocals
Kurt Starkie
Kurt Starkie
Background Vocals
James Ryan
James Ryan
Bass Guitar
David Whitworth
David Whitworth
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Starkie
Aaron Starkie
Songwriter
Kurt Starkie
Kurt Starkie
Songwriter
James Ryan
James Ryan
Songwriter
David Whitworth
David Whitworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Cross
Joseph Cross
Producer

Lyrics

It's time to modernise Now listen son you've got to up your game There's a world of prying eyes Debt multiplies Those winds of fortune never blew my way Now I'm old before my time Oh Lord I'm nervous The pressure here it starts to freak me out It's time to modernise I'm with you through the pleasure and the pain Pray the Lord, he will provide The clock ticks by I really start to hope that Jesus saves Now I'm focused on the prize Oh Lord I'm nervous The pressure here it starts to freak me out I long to breathe It's all before us Now listen son you've got to make me proud Go forth, and be, take flight Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late Pressure's on to belong, taken all I can take Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late Pressure's on to be strong, must be first out the gate Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late Pressure's on to belong, taken all I can take Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late... I really start to hope that Jesus saves There's a world, there's a world of prying eyes There's a world, there's a world of prying eyes Oh Lord I'm nervous This discourse here it starts to freak me out I long to breathe It's all before us So listen son you've got to make me proud Go forth, and be, take flight
Writer(s): Aaron Starkie, David Whitworth, James Ryan, Kurt Starkie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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