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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Garbage
Garbage
Performer
Daniel Shulman
Daniel Shulman
Electric Bass Guitar
Shirley Manson
Shirley Manson
Vocals
Todd Malcolm Michiles
Todd Malcolm Michiles
Scratches
Duke Erikson
Duke Erikson
Bass Guitar
Jon J. Vriesacker
Jon J. Vriesacker
Violin
Steve Marker
Steve Marker
Electric Guitar
Michael Masley
Michael Masley
Cimbalom
Butch Vig
Butch Vig
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shirley Manson
Shirley Manson
Songwriter
Duke Erikson
Duke Erikson
Songwriter
Steve Marker
Steve Marker
Songwriter
Butch Vig
Butch Vig
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garbage
Garbage
Producer
Shirley Manson
Shirley Manson
Producer
Duke Erikson
Duke Erikson
Producer
Steve Marker
Steve Marker
Producer
Butch Vig
Butch Vig
Producer
Billy Bush
Billy Bush
Recording Engineer
Mike Zirkel
Mike Zirkel
Recording Engineer
Scott Hull
Scott Hull
Mastering Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

I'm stressed but you're freestyle I'm overworked but I'm undersexed I must be made of concrete I sign my name across your chest Give out the same old answers I trot them out for the relatives Company tried and tested I use the ones that I love the best Like an animal you're moving over me Like an animal you're moving over me When did I get perverted I can't remember your name I'm growing introverted You touch my hand and it's not the same This was so unexpected I never thought I'd get caught Play boomerang with your demons Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off BANG! BANG! Like an animal you're moving over me Like an animal you're moving over me You should be sleeping, my love Tell me what you're dreaming of You should be sleeping, my love Tell me what you're dreaming of You should be sleeping, my love Tell me what you're dreaming of You should be sleeping, my love Tell me what you're dreaming of I knew you were mine for the taking I knew you were mine for the taking I knew you were mine for the taking When I walked in the room I knew you were mine for the taking I knew you were mine for the taking Your eyes light up When I walk in the room A hammering in my head don't stop In the bullet train from Tokyo To Los Angeles I'm leaving you behind A flash in the pan A storm in a teacup A needle in a haystack A prize for the winning A dead for the raising A catch for the chasing A jewel for the choosing A man for the making in this blistering heat Sweat it all out Sweat it all out With your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts Sweat it all out In our electric storms and our shifting sands Our candy jars and our sticky hands Sweat it all out Sweat it all out Sweat it all out Sweat it all out Sweat it all out Sweat it all out Don't forget what I wrote you then And don't forget what I told you then And don't forget I that I'm meant to win And don't forget your ventolin So a hammering in my head don't stop In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles
Writer(s): Shirley Manson, Butch Vig, Doug Erikson, Steve Marker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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