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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
We worked for a long time
Now we're coming home with our dicks in our hands
I am speaking in another language
So that you don't understand
You'll sneak around it or try and make it easy
Try and say you knew it all along
It was so hard to open up my mouth
Please don't undermine my resolve
I slipped out
And as soon I'd gotten to the street
I wish that I had stayed
And my phone didn't recognise my fingers
Just something critical had changed
I remember drinking with my friends
I remember nearly drowning in the bath
Some peoplе dress up and go and find the future
Othеrs just drool over the past
I'll check it over one more time
Before I turn it into birdseed
Wriggle out and leave behind
A shell for someone else to use
We worked for a long time
Now we're coming home with our dicks in our hands
You're just staring at the air above me
Like something's coming in to land
I'll check it over one more time
Before I turn it into birdseed
Wriggle out and leave behind
A shell for someone else to use
Double vision
Sick and tired
What is it really?
Why is it always
A moving target?
In and out
It should be easy
Maybe you don't belong
Writer(s): Andrew Harrison, Charlie Howarth, Chris Bailey, Kasper Sandstrøm
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