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Loaded κυκλοφόρησε στις 7 Φεβρουαρίου 2020 από Lucky Number ως μέρος του άλμπουμ West of Eden
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ΆλμπουμWest of Eden
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας7 Φεβρουαρίου 2020
ΕτικέταLucky Number
LanguageEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM82

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Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HMLTD
HMLTD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Spychalski
Henry Spychalski
Composer
Duc Peterman
Duc Peterman
Composer
Henry Chisholm
Henry Chisholm
Composer
James Donovan
James Donovan
Composer
Achilleas Sarantaris
Achilleas Sarantaris
Composer
Nicolas Mohnblatt
Nicolas Mohnblatt
Composer
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Composer
Zacharie Cazes
Zacharie Cazes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HMLTD
HMLTD
Producer
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Producer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]
Hey father, I can feel a
Fever eating up this home
In the hallway, voices say
"Kill the things that you love the most"
[Verse 2]
There's no space in the valley of the gods
Sign your name, on the dotted line above
[Verse 3]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 4]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
[Verse 5]
I can see Central Park
Reflected in your eyes
But there's no passion, there's no spark
In the pupils nor the whites
[Verse 6]
Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes
And Mama too, she's paid up for her crimes
[Verse 7]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 8]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
[Verse 9]
My home and my possessions
They rendered me a slave
So I set my heart free
I went home and blew it all away
[Verse 10]
The espresso machine drip
The plasma screen display
The hum of a V8 whip
Baby go home, blow it all away
[Verse 11]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 12]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
Written by: Achilleas Sarantaris, Duc Peterman, Henry Chisholm, Henry Spychalski, James Donovan, Justin Tranter, Nicolas Mohnblatt, Zacharie Cazes
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