Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gold Class
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hewitt
Composer
Jonathan Shub
Composer
Adam Curley
Composer
Evan James Purdey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gareth Liddiard
Producer
Songtexte
Bombs from the blood
Bang like a whip, boy
Battered and loose
Hop with your memory
You're the wrecking ball
I've been waiting for
Got my hands to the [?]
You can come get yours
Kiss me again
There like it used to
No one else can
Make me feel better
Off that [?] please
Come back here, you'll see
I'm on all fours
So you can come get yours
Bombs from the blow
Bang like a rough boy
Any excuse
To get a little rough-joy
Kick me, rant and roar
I'll just ask for more
I am on the floor
Battered out of my [?]
I see what you got
Now come and get some
I won't break in your war
But [?]
I'm down on all fours
You can come get yours
You can come get yours
There's none left here
And all I need
There's none left here
And all I need
There's none left here
And all I need
You can take what you want you'll never have me
I'm on the floor
Battered out of my [?]
I'll see what you got
Now why don't you come and get some
I won't break in your war
For [?]
I'm down on all fours
You can come get yours
You can come get yours
Writer(s): Adam Peter Curley, Mark David Hewitt, Evan James Purdey, Jonathan Govinda Shub
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