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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DEADLETTER
DEADLETTER
Performer
Zac Woolley
Zac Woolley
Lead Vocals
George Ullyott
George Ullyott
Background Vocals
Will King
Will King
Background Vocals
Alfie Husband
Alfie Husband
Background Vocals
Sam Jones
Sam Jones
Guitar
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zac Woolley
Zac Woolley
Songwriter
George Ullyott
George Ullyott
Composer
Will King
Will King
Composer
Alfie Husband
Alfie Husband
Songwriter
Sam Jones
Sam Jones
Composer
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Poppy Jacqueline Richler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliot Heinrich
Elliot Heinrich
Producer

Letras

Ooh Flaunts jewellery like, theres no tomorrow Impendent carries, story of sorrow Blubbers on about, nights he meets and seals Has not the willpower to, distinguish fake from real Seas have been held outside the corner shop Says I haven't but a fiver, to toss one down the drain Proudly marches onwards and upwards to the hill And pisses twenty of his money On a horse with no name Degenerate inanimate Degenerate inanimate Well do you ever get a feeling That your looking in a mirror But with inspection see that this is no reflection, no More an infection, under skin its causing lesions This anti-doppelgangers mits over your eyes with good reason While, following allegations He holds nothing but good will Makes a stark accusation, and carries on until Notes compared by outsiders show the same result Tranquilize a tiger And bring it to a holt Degenerate inanimate Degenerate inanimate Degenerate inanimate (inanimate) Degenerate inanimate (inanimate) Embraces Richard Nixon with the highest adoration This piltdown man should sit down man Its leaked the blueprints to its plan Man make'th self an obstacle to ricochet damnation This Mr Clinton exhumes hints of lying 'bout their basic income There never really was a March to William Hill Until recently the thought of such would have me choking on my lunch But now the plot is sticking like it's sappy based adhesive Have to admit though makes me sick Fabrications leave you drowned in shit Degenerate inanimate Degenerate inanimate Degenerate inanimate (inanimate) Degenerate inanimate (inanimate) Degenerate inanimate Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Ooh, whoa-ooh Uhh
Writer(s): William Alan King, Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, Poppy Jacqueline Richler, Samuel Christopher Lance Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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