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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dean Fertita
Electric Guitar
Jon Theodore
Drums
Joshua Homme
Lead Vocals
Michael Shuman
Bass Guitar
Troy Van Leeuwen
Electric Guitar
Daphne Chen
Violin
Eric Gorfain
Violin
Jeanine "Nina" McCoy
Background Vocals
Leah Katz
Viola
Sharetta Morgan-Harmon
Background Vocals
Tenderlie Lavender
Background Vocals
Richard Dodd
Cello
The Section Quartet
String Quartet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Fertita
Composer
Jon Theodore
Composer
Joshua Homme
Songwriter
Michael Shuman
Composer
Troy Van Leeuwen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Queens of the Stone Age
Producer
Joshua Homme
Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Mark Rankin
Mixing Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer
Robert Stevenson
Engineer
Justin Smith
Engineer
Davey Latter
Drum Technician
Greg White
Assistant Engineer
Matt Zivich
Guitar Technician
Salar Rajabnik
Guitar Technician
Wayne Faler
Guitar Technician
Lyrics
Mannequins have flawless skin
You can dress 'em up like me if you like
But don't lobotomy, I'm happy and free
Listening to crickets in the pale moonlight
I don't give up, I give in
There ain't nothing to win
I'm making music for all stereotypes
Modern love, unsentimental
Consequences, schmonsequences
I can hum it if you like
Hurrah, the obscenery's fucking useless
Jihad me in obscenery, born ruthless
Until your river's run dry
And you're caught in the middle of what you made
In the division of thighs
From the hole where the empathy used to be
Until your river's run dry
Fuck me stupid
And you're caught in the middle of what you made
Kiss it goodbye, fuck me stupid
Empty hole where the empathy used to be
In the obscenery is where you're happy to be
Ain't it a little strange?
We're tired of being awake
Do you think we'll break?
Like a slap in the face
Enjoy the obscenery, goodnight
Self-help, go on help yourself
You must be pleased with miseries you designed
Voyeurism-jism may cause blurry visions
Spoiled brat or an inner child
Emotional amputees
With phantom pains from missing limbos of life
Oh, the guillotine, I'm drowning in a wet dream
I'll betcha lose your mind
Hurrah, let's do this
Enjoy obscenery, born ruthless
Kiss it goodbye, stupid
We're all caught in the middle and useless
In the obscenery, forget what used to be
'Cause there's no love for anyone who isn't me
Ain't it a little strange?
I'm tired of being awake
Do you think we'll break?
Like a slap in the face
More than a little strange
We really need to wake
Everything gone break
We're too fucking late
Enjoy the obscenery, goodnight
Writer(s): Jon Theodore, Michael Shuman, Dean Fertita, Joshua Homme, Troy Van Leeuwen
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