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Rilo Kiley It's a Hit (Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rilo Kiley
Rilo Kiley
Performer
Blake Sennett
Blake Sennett
Vocals
Jenny Lewis
Jenny Lewis
Vocals
Jason Boesel
Jason Boesel
Drums
Adam McCarville (No Better Cause)
Adam McCarville (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Justin Runge (No Better Cause)
Justin Runge (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Luke Kellison (No Better Cause)
Luke Kellison (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Nate Kellison (No Better Cause)
Nate Kellison (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Zakk Wooten (No Better Cause)
Zakk Wooten (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Jon Hischke
Jon Hischke
Baritone Saxophone
Pierre de Reeder
Pierre de Reeder
Bass
Nate Walcott
Nate Walcott
Trumpet
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Pedal Steel Guitar
Amy Huffman
Amy Huffman
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jenny Lewis
Jenny Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Any chimp can play human for a day. Use his opposable thumbs to iron his uniform And run for office on election day Fancy himself a real decision maker And deploy more troops than salt shakers. But it's a jungle when war is made, And you'll panic and throw your own shit at the enemy. The camera pulls back to reveal your true identity. Look, it's a sheep in wolf's clothing. A smoking gun holding ape. Any asshole can open up a museum. Put all of the things he loves on display So everyone could see them. The house, a car, a thoughtful wife Ordinary moments in his ordinary life. But if she breaks a smile, she'll give you away 'Cause no one wants to pay to see your happiness. No one wants to pay to see your day to day And I'm not buying it either But I'll try selling it anyway. Any idiot can play Greek for a day And join a sorority or write a tragedy And articulating all that pain And maybe you'll get paid. But it's a sin when success complains, And your writers block- it don't mean shit. Just throw it against the wall and see what sticks. Gotta write a hit. I think this is it. It's a hit. And if it's not, Then it's a holiday for hanging Yeah it's a holiday for hanging Yeah it's a holiday for hanging Yeah it's a holiday for hanging Yeah shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby Any fool can play executioner for a day, And say with fingers pointed in both directions 'He went thataway', It's only a switch or syringe, Aww, exempt from eternal sins. But you still wear a cross, And you think you're gonna get in. Ah, but the pardons never come from up-stairs. They're always a moment too late, But it's entertainment Keep the crowd on their toes, It's justice, we're safe. It's not a hit, it's a holiday Shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby It's a holiday for hanging, yeah It's a holiday for hanging, yeah It's a holiday for hanging, yeah It's a holiday for hanging, yeah I'm a holiday for hanging, I'm a holiday for hanging, I'm a holiday yeah I'm a holiday for hanging, It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
Writer(s): Blake Sennett, Jenny Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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