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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Cameron Picton
Cameron Picton
Bass Guitar
Geordie Greep
Geordie Greep
Accordion
Morgan Simpson
Morgan Simpson
Drums
Blossom Caldarone
Blossom Caldarone
Cello
Demi Garcia Sabat
Demi Garcia Sabat
Cajon
Ife Ogunjobi
Ife Ogunjobi
Trumpet
Joe Bristow
Joe Bristow
Trombone
Joscelin Dent-Pooley
Joscelin Dent-Pooley
Violin
Kaidi Akinnibi
Kaidi Akinnibi
Tenor Saxophone
Seth Evans
Seth Evans
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Picton
Cameron Picton
Songwriter
Geordie Greep
Geordie Greep
Composer
Morgan Simpson
Morgan Simpson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dani Bennett-Spragg
Dani Bennett-Spragg
Engineer
Luke Glazewski
Luke Glazewski
Engineer
Marta Salogni
Marta Salogni
Mixing Engineer
Max Goulding
Max Goulding
Producer
Sarah Register
Sarah Register
Engineer

Songtexte

It's always here Drying your clothes in the sun Alone, slowly burning away I'm so thirsty, I might die 30 miles from mines Have you seen the drunken captain singing? What'd you want to know? One more night in Absalom Help yourselves men to whiskey, onions, and chilies Eat men, eat! Eat men, eat! Eat men, eat! Company A wake with a start Stomachs open Burning hearts with drills and lines this red liquid mined Captain bottles, Rennie's red wine Remember why we're here Don't touch Rio Tinto's bottom line Three long nights in the pits they called Hell Captain's food got me sick and, oh, so sleepy I love you, but I can feel my chest bubbling Oh, so heavy and then, oh, so light Almost something As we ran, arm in arm, from the burning crater Captain's screams echo You fucking faggots ain't seen the last of me yet I'll have the last laugh, you cunts, soon you'll see Each day you wake, and each night you sleep I'll be camped in your chests, burning! Burning! But we kept running, turned our backs on old Hell With wine in our hearts, hailed as saviours of new
Writer(s): Morgan Simpson, Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Greep Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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