Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jinjer
Jinjer
Performer
Tatiana Shmayluk
Tatiana Shmayluk
Lead Vocals
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Electric Bass Guitar
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Electric Guitar
Vladislav Ulasevych
Vladislav Ulasevych
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Eugene Abdiukhanov
Songwriter
Tatiana Shmayluk
Tatiana Shmayluk
Songwriter
Vlad Ulasevich
Vlad Ulasevich
Songwriter
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Roman Ibramkhalilov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jinjer
Jinjer
Producer
Oleksandr Antoshyn
Oleksandr Antoshyn
Recording Engineer
Dmitriy Kim
Dmitriy Kim
Mixing Engineer
Max Morton
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
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