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Taylor Hawkins & The Coattail Riders - Queen Of The Clowns (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Hawkins & The Coattail Riders
Taylor Hawkins & The Coattail Riders
Drums
Brent Woods
Brent Woods
Guitar
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Bass
John Lousteau
John Lousteau
Percussion
Mark King
Mark King
Vocals
Sylvia Massy
Sylvia Massy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Hawkins
Composer
Brent Woods
Brent Woods
Composer
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Composer
John Lousteau
John Lousteau
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Hawkins & The Coattail Riders
Taylor Hawkins & The Coattail Riders
Producer
John Lousteau
John Lousteau
Producer
Sylvia Massy
Sylvia Massy
Mixing Engineer
Oliver Roman
Oliver Roman
Additional Producer
Ivan Handwerk
Ivan Handwerk
Additional Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Dustin Mosley
Dustin Mosley
Engineer

Songtexte

I saw your face, had to hide Held my tongue, at least I tried There's no space in this town And my jokes, much too loud Now we know, and that's fine Just a big waste of time When I see hangin' round I get lost in the sound I hear it now Every dog has his day Everyone gotta pay the fine You're the queen of the clowns Take a good look around (hey!) Whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya, what are you runnin' from Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody cares I really wanna be a fly on the wall When the mask comes off Would it make my skin crawl Whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya you runnin' from I saw your face, had to laugh At the size of your ass For of favour, no more rides You can carry the cross, you can't bury the lies Heard the word on streets and it's all so complete A good story to be told And it's true You can't make this shit up It goes Everyone's got a price But your price always seems Way too high Take a good look around You're the queen of the clowns Whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya you runnin' from Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody cares I really wanna be a fly on the wall When the mask comes off Would it make my skin crawl Whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya, whataya you runnin' from Follow the leader right through the wall Did you borrow from Peter and gave it to Paul You never get tired cause you love it in hell And you live on the brink as you dance on eggshells Every dog, has his day Pay the fine Every word that you say You gotta pay the fine Every dog, has his day You gotta pay the fine Every word that you say You gotta pay the fine
Writer(s): Oliver Hawkins, Chris Chaney, Brent Woods, John Lousteau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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