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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neal Avron
Trumpet
Buddy Schnaub
Trombone
Derron Nuhfer
Saxophone
Art Alexakis
Guitar
Craig Montoya
Bass Guitar
Greg Eklund
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Art Alexakis
Songwriter
Craig Montoya
Songwriter
Greg Eklund
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal Avron
Recording Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Nick Brophy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bill Jackson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Art Alexakis
Producer
Craig Montoya
Assistant Producer
Greg Eklund
Assistant Producer
Ian Blanch
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Letras
(Bigger, badder, better than you)
(Bigger, badder, better than you)
(Bigger, badder, better than you)
(Bigger, badder, better than you)
(Oh!)
(Oh!)
Loopy says he likes it up on top (aah-ah)
Yes, he knows if he ever lets go
The pretty machine
Will swallow him whole
He has no fear
He has no sense of shame
He will not stop
Until everybody everywhere will want to know his name
The One Hit Wonder, he likes the big time (aah-ah)
He says he wants to live the kind of life
That will make the folks back home all bitch and whine
He knows if he ever even gets the chance
He'd sell his soul to make the monster dance
They can't hurt you unless you let them
(Oh) Loopy says he sure does like the good life (aah-ah)
Yes, he knows all those women who scheme
Are just pretty pictures in the pretty machine
He knows if he ever even gets to try
He'd bite down hard to make the monster cry
He knows if he ever even gets the chance
He'd sell his soul to make the monster dance
They can't hurt you unless you let them
I will say it again
They cannot hurt you unless you let them
Loopy says he likes it up on top (aah-ah)
He prays to God and he hopes like hell
The pretty machine, they will never fail
He has no fear
He doesn't really even have the time
He knows that the world is in love with the pretty machine
Oh, yeah, the pretty machine
The One Hit Wonder, he likes the big time (aah-ah)
Yeah, he wants to live the kind of life
That will make the folks back home scream, bitch and whine
He knows if he ever even gets to try
He'd bite down hard to make the monster cry
He knows if he ever even gets the chance
He'd sell his soul to make the monster dance
He knows if he ever even gets to play
He'd stomp like God to make the monster say
They can't hurt you unless you let them
(They can't hurt you unless you let them)
They cannot hurt you unless you let them
(They cannot hurt you unless you let them)
They cannot hurt you unless you let them
(They can't hurt you unless you let them) I will say it again
They can't hurt you unless you let them
(They can't hurt you unless you let them) I will say it again
They can't hurt you unless you let them
(They can't hurt you unless you let them) I will say it again
They cannot hurt you unless you let them
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
(They cannot hurt you unless you let them)
(They cannot hurt you unless you let them)
(They cannot hurt you unless you let them)
Writer(s): Greg Eklund, Art Alexakis, Craig Montoya
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