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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Del Naja
Vocals
Neil Davidge
Keyboards
Billy Fuller
Bass
Tim Goldsworthy
Keyboards
Euan Dickinson
Programming
John Baggott
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Davidge
Songwriter
John Baggott
Songwriter
Grantley Marshall
Songwriter
Robert Del Naja
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Del Naja
Producer
Neil Davidge
Producer
Tim Goldsworthy
Additional Producer
Euan Dickinson
Recording Engineer
Eric Broucek
Recording Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
This time is fixed, let's sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Shall we take a spin again, no witnesses?
This time is fixed, 7-3-7 is
You won't feel a thing
Begging until you give it up, insane
Fish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big, my heart is big
My blood will slide in metal studs
Tourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to be
Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
Got not to lose, but my chains
Internet feats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
And time is still like grease it slips
Sucking in, spitting pips
Yeah, spitting pips
Not to lose, but my chains
Internet beats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
A place to piss, a place to pray
A little money should tell me of my faith
This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still like grease it slips
Sucking in, spitting pips
Yeah, spitting pips
My heart was big and like my pride
Let 'em feast on my insides
And when the field had spilled its guts
Gently open and then it shuts
I'm in the hole three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream in terminal
No war too mean
I know the drill, got cells to burn
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil, and time is still
On secret soil
Yeah, pay the bills, cells to burn
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset, make glowing threats
Writer(s): Robert Del Naja, Grantley Evan Marshall, Neil Davidge, John Malvern Baggott
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