Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Charlie Benante
Batterie
Danny Spitz
Guitare principale
Frank Bello
Guitare basse
Joey Belladonna
Voix principales
Scott Ian
Guitare rythmique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Frank Bello
Paroles/Composition
Scott Ian
Paroles/Composition
Charlie Benante
Paroles/Composition
Joey Belladonna
Paroles/Composition
Danny Spitz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Anthrax
Production
Eddie Kramer
Production
Chip Schane
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Rutherford
Ingénierie
Francis McSweeney
Assistance d’ingénierie
George Marino
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paul Hammington
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream
The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart so talented
But success just couldn't fit
[PreChorus]
Wasting your life
No future's bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave
Someone should've said...
[Chorus]
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
Wake up dead
In a plywood bed six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L.
NICE FUCKIN' LIFE!
[Verse 2]
The whole world is your playground
Yet you couldn't find your niche
Your only friends they helped you through
Helped you dig you daily ditch
The bottom line can't touch you
'Cause you're above the rest
But your little friend's the enemy
And the bottom line is death
[PreChorus]
Wasting your life
No future's bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave
Someone should've said...
[Chorus]
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
Wake up dead
In a plywood bed six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L.
NICE FUCKIN' LIFE!
[Verse 3]
You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame it's such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste
Yet his memory still stays with us
'Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things weren't different
Who knows what he'd have done
[PreChorus]
Wasting your life
No future's bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave
Someone should've said...
[Chorus]
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
N.F.L.
Efilnikufesin
N.F.L.
Wake up dead
In a plywood bed six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L.
NICE FUCKIN' LIFE!
Written by: Charlie Benante, Dan Spitz, Frank Bello, Joey Belladonna, Scott Ian

