Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Jordan Fish
Programación
Matthew Nicholls
Batería
Lee Malia
Guitarra eléctrica
Per Strängberg
Voces
Claes Strängberg
Voces
Mike Plews
Voces de fondo
Sarah Lewin
Voces de fondo
Nesta Rixon
Voces de fondo
Mara Rixon
Voces de fondo
Reece Coyne
Voces de fondo
Luka Spiby
Voces de fondo
Emma Taylor
Voces de fondo
Jenny Millard
Voces de fondo
Yazmin Beckett
Voces de fondo
Jack Beakhust
Voces de fondo
Demi Scott
Voces de fondo
Andy Saiker
Voces de fondo
Ed Fenwick
Voces de fondo
Katherine Margaret Parrott
Voces de fondo
JULIA BEAUMONT
Voces de fondo
Chloe Mellors
Voces de fondo
Janice Nicholls
Voces de fondo
Damien Bennett
Voces de fondo
Richard Nicholls
Voces de fondo
Corey Leary
Voces de fondo
Brendan Dooney
Voces de fondo
Chris Stokes
Voces de fondo
Jonathon Shaw
Voces de fondo
Sam Hudson
Voces de fondo
Jade Higgins
Voces de fondo
Brigitta Metaxas
Voces de fondo
Ian Sykes
Voces de fondo
Carol Sykes
Voces de fondo
Jordan Rudge
Voces de fondo
Jake O'Neill
Voces de fondo
Brad Wood
Voces de fondo
Alex Fisher
Voces de fondo
Daniele Stokes
Voces de fondo
Glen Brown
Voces de fondo
Jack Jones
Voces de fondo
Matt Kean
Bajo eléctrico
Oli Sykes
Voz principal
Tom Sykes
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jordan Fish
Autoría
Lee Malia
Autoría
Oli Sykes
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Terry Date
Producción
Tom Fuller
Ingeniería
Luke Gibbs
Asistente de ingeniería
David Bendeth
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brian Robbins
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mitch Milan
Ingeniería de edición
Dan Graziano
Ingeniería de edición
Ted Jensen
Masterización
Kevin Mills
Ingeniería
Letra
[Verse 1]
I've lost the plot again
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
There's a few quid to be made
And my soul's a sorry state
So come on down, you empty lovers (Worms come out of the woodwork)
And the snakes start to sing
[PreChorus]
Do you feel the chill
Clawing at the back of your neck?
I start to spill
And did you really think that you could fix me?
They'll sell your bones for another roll
Well, sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just business
[Chorus]
Worms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing
[Verse 2]
Don't say I'm better off dead
'Cause Heaven's full and Hell won't have me
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Well, you could lock me up in your heart
And throw away the key
Won't you take me out of my head?
[PreChorus]
I'm just a would've been, could've been, should've been
Never was and never ever will be
Well, sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just business
Would've been, could've been, should've been
Never was and never-ever will be (Worms come out of the woodwork)
And the snakes start to sing
[Chorus]
Worms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing
[Bridge]
"If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock"
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection in the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
"If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock"
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour, the apple of your eye?
Or just a step to climb?
[Outro]
"If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock"
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection in the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
"If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock"
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour or the apple of your eye?
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?
Written by: Jordan Fish, Lee Malia, Oliver Sykes

