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INTERPRÉTATION
St. Paul & The Broken Bones
Interprète
Alexander "Spacecakes" Ratliff
Interprète
Lester Snell
Cordes
Jessie Munson
Violon
Marisa Polesky
Violon
Jennifer Puckett
Alto
Jonathan Kirkscey
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Paul Janeway
Composition
Jesse Phillips
Composition
Al Gamble
Composition
Browan Lollar
Composition
Jason Mingledorff
Composition
Andrew Lee
Composition
Chad Fisher
Composition
Jack Splash
Arrangement
Lester Snell
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Splash
Production
Phil English
Ingénierie
Jeff Powell
Ingénierie
Daniel Lynn
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zaq Reynolds
Assistance d’ingénierie
Clint Holley
Ingénierie
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Southern crack at the southern green
Everybody selling that southern thing
But we can't go, no
Peddles in the pine with the hollow teeth
Screaming hallelujah from the factories
But we can't know
Called for devils in the mega phones
Telling all the saints that they were wrong
But they can't know
Choking on the smoke inside their lungs
Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones
But I know it's too late
Preacher of elastic
How we can let it go and go and go?
Love is full of mercury
And now we can lose control, control, control
What do we ever do?
I know that you got it bad
What do we ever say?
I know that you got it bad
Gun-shaped bible and a loaded tongue
Jesus ain't the problem but he started one
He don't understand
Black veil preacher at the city mall
Hiding in the bushes 'cause he likes 'em young
I don't understand it
Death on the breath of a wounded dove
Shipped two-ninety, took all my blood
And suck on my blood
Southern crack at the southern green
Everybody selling that southern thing
But I can't go again, oh no
Preacher of elastic
How we can let it go and go and go?
Love is full of mercury
And now we can lose control, control, control
What do we ever do?
I know that you got it bad
What do we ever say?
I know that you got it bad
What do we ever do?
I know that you got it bad
What do we ever say?
I know that you got it bad
There's a little light
There's a little hope
It seems to fade away
There's a little light
There's a little hope
It seems to get away
We are just bruised fruit falling from the tree
God is a gambler who can't set us free
Where are we going? We're lost
I can't tell you the cost
For the continental fruit toast
Writer(s): Andrew Lee, Paul Janeway, Chad Fisher, John Gamble, Jesse Phillips, Browan Lollar, Jason Mingledorff, Jack Splash
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