Music Video

Upcoming Concerts for Mark Ronson & The Business Intl.

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Performer
The Business Intl.
The Business Intl.
Performer
MNDR
MNDR
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Drums
Nick Hodgson
Nick Hodgson
Background Vocals
Victor Axelrod
Victor Axelrod
Keyboards
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Bass
Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith
Background Vocals
Scarlett Smith
Scarlett Smith
Background Vocals
Ona Ascoli
Ona Ascoli
Background Vocals
Joseph Elmhirst
Joseph Elmhirst
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Wade Keusch
Peter Wade Keusch
Composer
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
Amanda Warner
Amanda Warner
Songwriter
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Songwriter
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Composer
Alex Greenwald
Alex Greenwald
Composer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Songwriter
Nick J.D. Hodgson
Nick J.D. Hodgson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Un, deux, trois Bang, bang, bang Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho' 40k contract, take it out the do' Dice, symbolise my life, roll 'em on the flo' From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions But based with decisions, to fight a fricassée And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me Difficile, immbocile, is it fake, is it real Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high Numbers, you got that number You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings) No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales) We climb the structure (you scale the ladder) You build it higher (you make us madder) We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off) You perch above your nest (_ in your charms) The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head) That's what got you dead No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tête Je te plumerai la, tête Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Writer(s): Priscilla Renea, Toby Gad, Meleni Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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