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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Performer
Guy McKnight
Guy McKnight
Vocals
Sym Gharial
Sym Gharial
Bass Guitar
Marc Norris
Marc Norris
Guitar
Andy Huxley
Andy Huxley
Guitar
Tom Diamantopoulo
Tom Diamantopoulo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Tipler
Paul Tipler
Producer

Songtexte

GO Well, in your home she Sent fire through my bones so i I threw all the stones at her I left her in the road goodnight Ill leave you for the crows, hello Are you friend or foe Hey, theres a monkey in my bed said ed And the universe is turning red I dont know what it was she said Something like ed is dead Ohhhhh no Youre a wicked woman Under my shoes everything will crawl The places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your heads too big but your minds to small Sounds running through my head Well, in your home she Sent fire through my bones so i I threw all the stones at her I left her in the road goodnight Ill leave you for the crows, hello Are you friend or foe Goddamn, whatever happened to the man Nobody listens to his words Pretending that you think you know Look out man Its a long way below Under my shoes everything will crawl All the places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your heads too big but your minds to small Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold Hello hello do you hear at all Hello hello hello hello Sounds running through my head Under my shoes everything will crawl The places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your heads too big but your minds to small
Writer(s): Guy Edward Mcknight, Marc Rohan Norris, Andrew Samuel Arjunan Huxley, Symren Singh Gharial, Tom Niki Diamantopoulo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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