Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Bill Callahan
Voces
Matt Kinsey
Guitarra eléctrica
Jim White
Batería
Emmett Kelly
Bajo
Carl Smith
Clarinete contralto
Sarah Ann Phillips
Piano
Cooper Crain
Sintetizador
Amy Annelle
Voces de fondo
Eve Searls
Voces de fondo
Mike St. Clair
Trombón
Producción e ingeniería
Drew Potter
Asistente de ingeniería
JJ Golden
Masterización
Joseph Holguin
Asistente de ingeniería
Mark Nevers
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
I know a man
Says he can't stand all the naked souls
Everyone, naked as they
So, he keeps himself locked away
Everywhere I look, it's all I see
You can't hide what's inside
Maybe he'll buy you another gun
Or maybe he'll become a policeman or kill one
You escaped what I escaped
You'd be stress-eating in a diner in Dallas, too
It's why I wear these shades, that say "f-you"
So, I can't see yours
And you can't see my naked souls
And out on the highway
He's slipping right behind you
Just like a gator into the glades
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Come, let's blow a hole in his mandola
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Into his soul
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Written by: Bill Callahan

