Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Homestyle Dinner Rolls
Homestyle Dinner Rolls
Performer
Daniel Kawai
Daniel Kawai
Lead Vocals
Jacob Follette
Jacob Follette
Electric Guitar
Damon Evans
Damon Evans
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Kawai
Daniel Kawai
Songwriter
Jacob Follette
Jacob Follette
Songwriter
Damon Evans
Damon Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Kawai
Daniel Kawai
Producer
Jacob Follette
Jacob Follette
Co-Producer
Philip Twogood
Philip Twogood
Producer

Letras

Do you hear them laughing
They're knocking at my door
Coming after me again
Did you see the headline
Or read the paper
I think we're nearing the end
I don't want your money
I don't want your cocktail
Don't want your new IPA
The voices in the walls are getting louder and louder and louder every day
They say the eyes can see through your front door
There's a party in my glass house cause nothing matters anymore
Ah ba ba ba ba ba
Cause now the sun's getting closer closer every day
So dance with me baby till our flesh all burns away
The world's a cigarette and honey I got a light
Cause now my back is getting tired
My bills are getting higher
My eyes are getting dryer than the great salt lake
You give what you have to give and all they do is take
Take take take
Take take take
I'm on a broken down submarine the ocean staring back at me
On a bullet train heading straight for tragedy
Oh your kiss is like morning nicotine
In the sunny July
No time to think about the ways you've brought me pain
Cause there's money in your pockets and there's plastic in the rain
Like giving fentanyl and telling people its cocaine
Cause now the sun's getting closer closer every day
So dance with me baby till our flesh all burns away
The world's a cigarette and honey I got a light
Cause now my back is getting tired
My bills are getting higher
My eyes are getting dryer than the great salt lake
You give what you have to give and all they do is take
Take take take
They want you to kill the world
Cause now the sun's getting closer closer every day
So dance with me baby till our flesh all burns away
The world's a cigarette and honey I got a light
Cause now my back is getting tired
My bills are getting higher
My eyes are getting dryer than the great salt lake
You give what you have to give and all they do is take
Take take take
Take take take
Written by: Damon Evans, Daniel Kawai, Jacob Follette
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