Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Do Nothing
Performer
Chris Bailey
Lead Vocals
Kasper Sandstrøm
Electric Guitar
Andrew Harrison
Drums
Charlie Howarth
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Bailey
Songwriter
Kasper Sandstrøm
Songwriter
Andrew Harrison
Songwriter
Charlie Howarth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Savours
Producer
Oli Barton-Wood
Mixing Engineer
Joshua Rumble
Assistant Engineer
Felix Davis at Metropolis Studios, London
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Alright, that's fine
I'll just talk to my food
Why on Earth didn't you tell me
You were in a car accident?
If it happened to me, I would tell you
I'm so bored of cake for the dead
Isn't it weird to be green at your age?
We'll make you eat every red cent that you made
Then you'll be up the creek too
There goes my last chance to chicken out
Nature on the nod'll come loose
Turn me into red meat and brick dust
Let all the beer of the blue world dry up
Let it dry up
I have a friend
Right here
Hiding under my shirt
We're right here if you ever get tired
Tired of putting God first
Don't look at me like I give a damn what you do
But I know I don't wanna go out
In the hallway, I wanna die in my room
When will Hollywood learn?
There goes my last chance to chicken out
Nature on the nod'll come loose
Turn me into red meat and brick dust
Let all the beer of the blue world dry up
Let it dry up
You can take this job
And I'll tell you what you can do with it
All hail my dog, bad news on
Her way over the ocean blue
Maybe not blue
How would I know?
How would I know?
How would I know?
Writer(s): Andrew Harrison, Charlie Howarth, Chris Bailey, Kasper Sandstrøm
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