Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Shins
The Shins
Performer
James Mercer
James Mercer
Vocals
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Keyboards
Joe Plummer
Joe Plummer
Drums
Nik Freitas
Nik Freitas
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Mercer
James Mercer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Mercer
James Mercer
Co-Producer
Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
Producer
Jesse Shatkin
Jesse Shatkin
Engineer
Graeme Gibson
Graeme Gibson
Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He's the son of a government man
And a pillar of salt
I was born with blood on my hands
And have all the signs of a bleeding heart
Livin' high on a giant hawk
On a mountain so steep
Keep your head in a hollow log
As the ruling fog are about to creep
[Verse 2]
What have we done?
How'd we get so far from the sun
Lost, lost in an oscillating phase
Where a tiny few catch all of the rays
[Verse 3]
Out beyond the western squalls
In an indian land
They work for nothing at all
The don't know the mall or the layaway plan
Dig yourself a beautiful grave
Everything you could want
Maybe those invisible slaves
Are too far away for a ghost to haunt
[Verse 4]
What do we charge?
Letting go of a claim so large
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Get used to the dust in your lungs, hmm
[Verse 5]
Is there no way down
From this peak to solid ground
Without havin' our gold teeth
Pulled from our mouths?
[Verse 6]
Make me a drink strong enough
To wash away the dishwater world they said was lemonade
Walk with me after the show
Maybe we can find a way through the minefield in the snow
[Verse 7]
What do they charge?
Letting go of a claim so large
Oh, all of our working days are done
But a tiny few are having all of the fun
Apologies to the sick and the young
Get used to the dust in your lungs
Written by: James Mercer
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