Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cornershop
Cornershop
Performer
Tjinder Singh
Tjinder Singh
Vocals
Anthony Saffery
Anthony Saffery
Synthesizer
Ben Ayres
Ben Ayres
Electric Guitar
Pete Bengry
Pete Bengry
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tjinder Singh
Tjinder Singh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tjinder Singh
Tjinder Singh
Producer
The Automator
The Automator
Producer

Lyrics

Hey sey owh wo Hey hey hey Yeh yeey yehhh Hey oh wo wo wo wo Heey ya yey owwhh Feeling good behind the wheel I talke my doctor into Confidence 2 foots racing on the man-made blues I feel the magic of the minimum dose, checking Out the ani-mal heads In the animal kingdom Taking axe unto the turbulent sea Making it retreat To the chorus now To the bonus beats half The beats of Manhattan From the middle of the heart I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman Arrrrh good shit: it's the truth, it's the truth I'm on fireya The flames a getting higher baybee The flames a getting higher I got it knee-depth down To the good foot Direct the traffic On the disco floor Free the constitution And it won't be long And I'm not waiting A Ne wYork minute more One by one We're gonna take you lovers on One by one We're gonna take you lovers on Eastern claps on the one, then on the third And I'm thinking What mighty God we serve Good shit Heavy metal from the back of a stage Tuesdays on a Tuesday government rate An all day sucker praising the plastic Leg spins and the waiting I don't give up on a good thing I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman On the tail of the Lion of Judah The flames are getting higher baybee The flames are getting higher break it down The flames are getting higher The flames are getting higher baybee The flames are getting higher Arrh good shit Walking intastate With the worst attorney, Lord help me Make your own mothers day If feel the loneliness of headlamps That come and pass me by Make your own, mothers say And that's the double root It's the truth, it's the truth
Writer(s): Tjinder Singh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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