Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graphic Nature
Performer
Pete Woolven
Electric Guitar
Harvey Freeman
Lead Vocals
Matas Michailovskis
Electric Guitar
Charlie Smith
Electric Bass Guitar
Jack Bowdery
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Woolven
Songwriter
Texty
Don't call my name
'Cause I've been waiting for hours, I'm starting to sour
The thought of life keeping on with you
It's making me sick
Man, it's making me fucking sick
Man you're making me wanna die
You talk of life like it's something you wanna buy
I ain't for sale, but I'll tell you this for free
You got the world, hell if you're taking me
Tell me and tell me and tell me and tell me again
How you learned to live alone
With both hands tied behind your back
You know there's no way I'll crack
'Cause every day I'm looking at the world we live in
So if you ask me you're a fucking disgrace
Don't make me look back at that dead lying face
Just give me the space I need my own mind
Yeah, just give me the space I need my own mind
I'll keep telling myself
It's all in my head
I'll keep telling myself
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's all in my
Head
Just fucking leave me to die
Just go
Just go
Just go
Just go
Just go, listen to me, understand
Go, go
I can't fucking stand the sight of you alone
Go, go, go, go
I can't fucking stand the sight of you alone
Go, go, go, go
I can't fucking stand the sight of you alone
Written by: Charlie Smith, Harvey Freeman, Jack Bowdery, Matas Michailovskis, Pete Woolven