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The Wombats - Walking Disasters [Track 08]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wombats
The Wombats
Programming
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Background Vocals
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Drums
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Bass Guitar
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Composer
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Songwriter
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Seaford
Phil Seaford
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue but I can tell you what I'd do I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest Anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you have left to lose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want, we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology to keep us up-beat So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father your won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters
Writer(s): Matthew Murphy, Tord Knudsen, Daniel Haggis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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