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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noga Erez
Noga Erez
Vocals
Ori Rousso
Ori Rousso
Guitar
Matan Egozi
Matan Egozi
Bass
Itamar Lobestein
Itamar Lobestein
Drums
Arthur Krasnobaev
Arthur Krasnobaev
Trumpet
Nathalie Goldberg
Nathalie Goldberg
Music Director
Zvika Vogel
Zvika Vogel
Music Director
Omri Behr
Omri Behr
Piano
Shlomi Alon
Shlomi Alon
Saxophone
Yair Slutzki
Yair Slutzki
Trombone
Nona Choir
Nona Choir
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noga Erez
Noga Erez
Songwriter
Blimes
Blimes
Composer
Ori Rousso
Ori Rousso
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ori Rousso
Ori Rousso
Producer
Avishay Lidani
Avishay Lidani
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

We look back at the lasers targeting both of us Hot bubbling, pot bubbling, they're hating us Pacing down the streets, pacing down the streets Peace is dead, now rest in peace (one, two) Speak now, no bullshit-talking, gotta be now No preconditions, gotta move fast Take a seat, grab a pan, spread the map out Do it now, big time It's your big time, remember '67? Now forget that Remember 9-fucking-11? Now restrain that Get your head-fact sharp around the present Speak now, speak now Speak now, deadline, September 2020 You wanted more, but you already had way too many You've been naughty boys now y'all naughty men, gutty men Gut feeling is no fucking plan (no) Got any plans? (No), got a strategy? (No) Got a budget? Guess we can all shake our hands on it Any final words? (Hmm, no), okay Kids that never grow old Mom's heart 'bout to explode All tumbling, all stumbling Pacing down the streets Left-right-left, left-right-left Who's blaming, who's blaming who? Pacing down the streets Peace is dead, now rest in peace I might snap like a rubber glove Peace to the peace, yeah Deuces, go and chuck 'em up Speak from the chest, chin north like an uppercut It's a great day to be you, and you can't fuck it up You're the one, got the force for the course Got the fork for the four-course meal Place the forcefield 'round the passion If you wield the weapon, then stash it P-E-A-C-E be easy If you queasy with the action That's sick with the fashion and slick with the caption "Looking at us from the outside, we look crazy" Serve it to the ones who need "Middle East weather dried our brains out definitely" (most definitely) So far the underdog-role paid us Joke's on them, they think they played us No free lessons in this pleasant dream They put up another scene, and we're all in marching, marching Kids that never grow old Mom's heart 'bout to explode All tumbling, all stumbling Pacing down the streets Left-right-left, left-right-left Who's blaming, who's blaming who? Pacing down the streets Peace is dead, now rest in peace Pacing down the streets Pacing down the streets
Writer(s): Ori Rousso, Noga Erez, Samantha Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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