Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jude
Voz
David Campbell
Cuerdas
Clif Magness
Teclados
Justin Meldal-Johsen
Bajo
Paul Kimble
Bajo
Stuart Wylen
Bajo
William Roe
Bajo
Bill Sewell
Bajo
Glen Holman
Bajo
Mickey Petralia
Programación
Brian MacLeod
Batería
David Raven
Batería
John Coz
Batería
Steve Ferrone
Batería
Ben Kishaba
Guitarra eléctrica
Michael Ward
Guitarra eléctrica
Aaron Embrey
Teclados
Benmont Tench
Teclados
Damir Prsic
Teclados
Keyfus
Teclados
Patrick Warren
Teclados
Rami Jaffe
Teclados
Brian Kilgore
Percusión
Juliet Prater
Percusión
David Stone
Cuerdas
Eve Butler
Cuerdas
Joel Derouin
Cuerdas
Larry Corbett
Cuerdas
Martin Tillman
Cuerdas
Matthew Funes
Cuerdas
Suzie Katayama
Cuerdas
Dennis Farias
Trompeta
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jude
Letrista
David Campbell
Arreglista de cuerdas
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Clif Magness
Ingeniería de grabación
Mickey Petralia
Coproducción
Don C. Tyler
Ingeniería de edición
Steve Griffen
Ingeniería de edición
Stephen Marcussen
Ingeniería de masterización
Jim Scott
Ingeniería de mezcla
George Drakoulias
Producción
FRANCIS BUCKLEY
Ingeniería de grabación
Rail Rogut
Ingeniería de grabación
Letra
Tortilla chips
Are on my lips
And no one's pressed
Against my hips
Bad beat poet late at night
The city gets bright I can't see
The neon lights don't work on me
I am no watcher in the fight
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
If sex was love I'd be so set
I'd know the most that we could get
I never had the tits and ass
To go and take a master class
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Mediocre men
Mediocre men
You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases the lonely past and
You found me when I was first and ten against eleven men who could kick my ass
But anyway, it's probably gonna pass
I do not know but it's been said
The hero hogan was found dead
With something wrapped around his head
The price he paid was more than bread
Charlie's says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
They're all just mediocre jokers of the hour
If what you're looking for is an action star
I'm a superstar stud with a formula car
And cleft in my chin and a facial scar, movin' hard
If a squeaky wheel gets the grease
I'm a road hog harley on my hands and my knees
I'm begging for your love please
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Writer(s): Michael Jude Christodal
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