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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Guitar
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Keyboards
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Background Vocals
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Guitar
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Drums
L. Shankar
L. Shankar
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Composer
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Composer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Producer
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Producer
David Byrne
David Byrne
Cover Art
Alex Sadkin
Alex Sadkin
Mixing Engineer
Franklin Gibson
Franklin Gibson
Assistant Engineer
Jay Mark
Jay Mark
Assistant Engineer
John Convertino
John Convertino
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Butch Jones
Butch Jones
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Everybody, get in line! Nothing can come between us Nothin gets you down Nothing strikes your fancy Nothing turns you on Somebody is waiting in the hallway Somebody is falling down the stairs Set someone free, break someone's heart Stand up help us out Ev'rything is divided Nothing is complete Ev'rything looks impressive Do not be deceived You don't have to wait for more instructions No one makes a monkey out of me We lie on our backs, feet in the air Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain Snap into position Bounce till you ache Step out of line And you end up in jail Bring me a doctor I have a hole in my head But they are just people And I'm not afraid Doctor, Doctor We have nothing in our pockets We continue But we have nothing left to offer Faces pressed against the window Hey! they are just my friends Check this out don't be so slick Break our backs, it goes like this We are born without eyesight We are born without sin And our mama protects us From the cold and the rain We're in no hurry Sugar and spice We sing in the darkness We open our eyes (open up) I can't believe it And people are strange Our president's crazy Did you hear what he said Business and pleasure Lie right to your face Divide it in sections And then give it away There are no big secrets Don't believe what you read We have great big bodies We got great big heads Run-a-run-a-run it all together Check it out - still don't make no sense Makin' flippy floppy Tryin to do my best Lock the door We kill the beast Kill it!
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Franz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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