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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
James Priestner
James Priestner
Vocals
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Background Vocals
Jeff Quinn
Jeff Quinn
Bass
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Guitar
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Jeff Quinn
Jeff Quinn
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Producer
Ben Kaplan
Ben Kaplan
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

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Excuse the renovations, our Doberman, Dalmatians We're just makin' preparations for the false flag operation Anyway, your participation in The Lemming Corporation Includes two full weeks paid vacation White-washed accommodations At the company plantation, there's a safe sensation Bottomless libations with your full cooperation Thank you for your patience We're here to help, we're here to help you You need not worry 'bout that Hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hullabaloo, hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Doom is the mood in the room Evil looms, darkness lurks Safety in numbers, members perks Things are sad, they will get worse We want you bad, this army church The fence is not a safe place for you to stay Don't think you understand the forces at play Care for a Serviette, James? You got Kool-Aid, kid, all over your face Hear my words, sing my song Opportunities knockin, ding-ding-ity-dong We're encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand Homo-lookalikes, million man marching band So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya Will you take my word? (Take my word?) Will ya take my hand? (Take my hand?) Shake it, shake it, shake it Shake my goddamn ole wrinkly hand Hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-balo (Hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo) I got this buzzin' in my ear It's here for good I fear, my dear Got these spots in my sights Like I can't turn out the lights Sweat drips from my palms all day long Don't wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong It's clear in my mind as a traffic jam I think there might be something wrong with Uncle Graham It's calm in my head as a high speed chase Got those memories man, that you can't erase I do what I gotta do Just run away from that Hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hullabaloo (Hull-a-bal-oo) Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (Hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo) Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo (Hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)
Writer(s): James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jared Priestner, Jeffrey Quinn, Jan Cajka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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