Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jinjer
Performer
Tatiana Shmayluk
Lead Vocals
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Electric Bass Guitar
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Electric Guitar
Vladislav Ulasevych
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Songwriter
Tatiana Shmayluk
Songwriter
Vlad Ulasevich
Songwriter
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jinjer
Producer
Oleksandr Antoshyn
Recording Engineer
Dmitriy Kim
Mixing Engineer
Max Morton
Mastering Engineer
Letras
[Verse 1]
Good evening, kids, take your seats, open up your Bibles
I'm gonna chastise a rival, so keep your eyes wide open
The young soul lost control, made her first foul
This is my duty to set the bounds
[Verse 2]
She grabbed my hand, took me in
Placed me in front of a class
She gave a hint I was the clou of her mass
I'm in the middle of her Holy of Holies
I have no worries
I saw dusty icons on the walls
I saw needles and stones
So she put a paper bag on my head
She pointed finger at me, and then she said
[Verse 3]
"Dear Lord, forgive me as I'm slapping, slapping
Slapping this sinful child
By Your hand I'm led, so I will show, show
What is wrong and what is right
Choose you label 'cause I am mercy, mercy, merciful
Put your knuckles on the table, meet my friend Ferule
Who'll punish you"
[Verse 4]
When their prejudice let us down
We stand firmly on our ground
Don't let their school make a fool of you
Because the teachers may be fools too
[Verse 5]
When their prejudice let us down
We stand firmly on our ground
Don't let their school make a fool of you
Because the teachers may be fools too
[Verse 6]
Laws chalked on a blackboard
Can't be erased until it gets boring
The lady spoke and then she choked
On the convictions, oh, so alluring
She made a pause in her verbal overdose
My paper bag slipped down on the floor
I took a look around, there was no sanctuary
Desks empty, the school was all imaginary
[Verse 7]
Teacher, teacher, self-proclaimed preacher
Under the flag of welfare, your lectures start to blare
We need no soap shoved down in our throats
So keep your monologues unrated and remote
I am a bad example of order
This life is not a prison and you are not a warden
Please, teacher, teacher, leave us alone
As we accept life lessons from no one
[Verse 8]
When their prejudice let us down
We stand firmly on our ground
Don't let their school make a fool of you
Because the teachers may be fools too
[Verse 9]
When their prejudice let us down
We stand firmly on our ground
Don't let their school make a fool of you
[Verse 10]
Your idols scream to me, throwing shame on my face
As I turn away from infamy and disgrace
I smile to you 'cause I want you to see
How I break the rules in front of your Trinity
[Verse 11]
Your idols scream to me, throwing shame on my face
As I turn away from infamy and disgrace
Oh, I, I smile to you, I smile to you, I smile to you
Written by: Eugene Abdiukhanov, Roman Ibramkhalilov, Tatiana Shmailyuk, Vlad Ulasevich