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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yard Act
Yard Act
Performer
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Bass Guitar
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
Electric Guitar
James Smith
James Smith
Vocals
Christopher Duffin
Christopher Duffin
Saxophone
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Drums
Emma Sidi
Emma Sidi
Spoken Word
Nish Kumar
Nish Kumar
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Needham
Ryan Needham
Composer
Sam Shipstone
Sam Shipstone
Composer
James Smith
James Smith
Composer
Christopher Duffin
Christopher Duffin
Composer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yard Act
Yard Act
Producer
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Producer
Ross Orton
Ross Orton
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Russ Russell
Russ Russell
Engineer
Alex Graves
Alex Graves
Engineer
Matt Peel
Matt Peel
Engineer
Paul Norris
Paul Norris
Vocal Recording Engineer
Harpaal Sanghera
Harpaal Sanghera
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Looking like it's gonna be a hot one out on the lake today You know it rained all last week? (Yeah, I wonder what the fish think to all this?) If fish think at all, that is Maybe that's why the opinions gathered by the think tanks always stink They only ask the thick fish Thick fish with fat fins and toothless grins, all mouth and no ears Fizzing with thick ideas Do you remember fizzy fish? You used to drop 'em in yer drink and watch the bubbles strip the crystal from the gelatin Do sick fish sink? They float to the top when they're dead though The things going on in my head y'know I'm weird me, dead weird The man I've become wouldn't abandon the boy I used to be So come down here and talk to me I've been dragged through the mud until I'm so washed up it feels good But you just can't trust an open book Told everyone everything I've ever known, now everybody knows I was accident-prone Cool night tonight out on the lake Followed on from the hottest day I could ever recall if memory serves correct Can't remember 'em all see But I spoke to the fish though and as it goes The weather is irrelevant when they're nibbling at my toes I'm chipping away at the coal face of my own self-loathing A wolf in sheep's clothing, I'm a danger to my own health But you've gotta love yourself see So I'm taking my own ego down to the bistro of the soul, come find me I'll be wearing a dead carnation on my coat Ayy Back again, are we? Back in black, mourning the last chance you had in this life to get back on track (you prat) Yeah, not much has changed my end Though most of my opposable thumbs are all gone Eyelids, earlobes, nostrils too Made mother nature faint She was sweating buckets when she saw my face Knees started shaking again, blood sugar levels remain unstable (it was a mess) (Zombie Age) I wouldn't wish that on me I'm glad you came back though, it's a long road to walk alone And God knows I should've known but I'm accident-prone (you acted alone!) So, sling addiction and a kid in just to sweeten up that mix It happened so fast that I broke the one thing I could ever fix (purify me) How about one last crack at it before we quit the biz? It's a complete and utter swizz But only you know how I feel There's no such thing as mistakes Just the creation of new situations with which we have to deal So here we are, you can't have it both ways But no one's really checking in So, stay strange and be ace Keep that silly grin plastered across your stupid face And what are you suggesting? That parents worry too much about their children, or what? I, I, I don't know that I've I've had quite a few mothers, just saying that I'm this and that And I thought, well, really? I'm sure lots of these children just come out and don't do anything Except watch television or go out to play or go to the disco But you, you, you have to work
Writer(s): Ryan Needham, James Smith, Samuel Shipstone, Jay Russell, Christopher Duffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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