Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Guitar
Conor Mason
Conor Mason
Lead Vocals
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Programming
Philip Blake
Philip Blake
Bass Guitar
James Price
James Price
Drums
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Mason
Conor Mason
Songwriter
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Songwriter
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Producer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Producer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Freddy Williams
Freddy Williams
Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Your lips want anyone else Mine taste like everyone else Oh, that's a tragedy Try not to pity myself You fall back into yourself Oh, what a mess we're in Slow down, show me Tell me how a modern human should be "It's so easy" You're so pretty when you lie to me But how much blame can we take, babe? Oh When all our friends are so shady? Your lips want anyone else Mine taste like everyone else Oh, that's a tragedy Try not to pity myself You fall back into yourself Oh, what a mess we're in I've got more hope of killing war Or seeing sound, oh Than I've got of keeping you around Of keeping you around Of keeping you around Dead Club, so low So good at pretending it's fun though Head fuck won't go So tired of being tired, you know I wish I could make it easy, oh I'm still a broken machine, babe Your lips want anyone else Mine taste like everyone else Oh, that's a tragedy Try not to pity myself You fall back into yourself Oh, what a mess we're in I've got more hope of killing war Or seeing sound, oh Than I've got of keeping you around Of keeping you around Of keeping you around Build something up just to knock it down Live a quiet life in a quiet town Maybe everyone will forget me now Could we just start over? Build something up just to knock it down Live a quiet life in a quiet town Maybe everyone will forget me now Could we just start over? Your lips want anyone else Mine taste like everyone else Oh, that's a tragedy Try not to pity myself You fall back into yourself Oh, what a mess we're in I've got more hope of killing war Or seeing sound, oh Than I've got of keeping you around Of keeping you around Of keeping you around
Writer(s): Dominic Craik, Joseph Langridge-brown, Conor Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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