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Everybody Out Of The Water
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wallflowers
The Wallflowers
Performer
Bill Appleberry
Bill Appleberry
Programming
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Vocals
Rami Jaffee
Rami Jaffee
Keyboards
Greg Richling
Greg Richling
Bass Guitar
Mario Calire
Mario Calire
Pandeiro
Mike McCready
Mike McCready
Guitar
Rusty Anderson
Rusty Anderson
Guitar
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob Dylan
Jakob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tobias Miller
Tobias Miller
Producer
Bill Appleberry
Bill Appleberry
Producer
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Robert Vosgien
Robert Vosgien
Mastering Engineer
Bill Lane
Bill Lane
Recording Engineer
Rich Tosi
Rich Tosi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Miles Wilson
Miles Wilson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Reed
Dave Reed
Engineer
Darrel Thorpe
Darrel Thorpe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

On your mark Get set let's go You got to move on Before she explodes Look out the window Lookout below Back away from the glass There she blows The city's been leveled Hills are in flames Streets cracked open And they're pushin' up clay Temperature's dropped Sky is grey And it ain't even over Here comes drivin' rain It ain't me That you feel There's something moving Around in here That's blood That's tears This ain't a warning... Everybody out of the water Up on dry land Take what you can Cause' you won't be here again Everybody out of the water Now I'm treadin' high water To get back to you Been looking for a low spot Or something to cling to There's too many bodies There's not enough room God help me And God help you They say nobody panic Help is on it's way We're already on it You've got to be brave If you can fix it now Then don't make us wait Man there ain't nobody coming Back away from the gates That bell That you hear That's hell Ringing in your ears I fear That my dear This ain't a warning... Now I'm looking up And the shit keeps coming Like shooting ducks In a barrel of honey Got to learn how to pray Love won't be enough Admit it now Your information sucks As I slip Down in I think of us someplace High on a mountain Smoke clears Fog lifts Little by little We rebuild again Till' then...
Writer(s): Jakob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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